Serenata (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
The night soaks itself along the shore of the river and in Lolita's breasts the branches die of love. The ...
The night soaks itself along the shore of the river and in Lolita's breasts the branches die of love. The ...
When the sun goes down I have my first drink standing in the yard, talking to my neighbor about the ...
Smoke, it is all smoke in the throat of eternity. . . . For centuries, the air was full of ...
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. Psalm 121 On a hillside scattered with ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
The admonition to be silent to not say what God said to wait for his rising his rising from the ...
Our joy, our witness needing to be shared offered to others the healing of Christ The presence of our savior ...
The hope of Isaiah of the promise to come the fulfillment in Jesus the Father, the Son God's grace poured ...
We should be singing shouting out loud from the rooftops sharing the joy in our song God redeeming raising us ...
Raising up their faith not just their friend Going to lengths to bring him to Christ Nothing would stop them ...
All of our lives our words and our deeds proclaiming Christ the Good News of God Love come to earth ...
Acting on their faith victory in Jesus changed by the Spirit proclaiming the good news All of us like the ...
Acting on their faith victory in Jesus changed by the Spirit proclaiming the good news Declaring boldly acting without doubt ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Among orange-tile rooftops and chimney pots the fen fog slips, gray as rats, while on spotted branch of the sycamore ...
How neatly a cat sleeps, Sleeps with its paws and its posture, Sleeps with its wicked claws, And with its ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
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