Giant Toad (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, ...
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how ...
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
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