The Imaginary Iceberg (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
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 ...
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through ...
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops ...
O THOU dread Power, who reign'st above, I know thou wilt me hear, When for this scene of peace and ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
THOU ling'ring star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My ...
ALL hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word, The mightiest empires fall! Thy cruel, woe-delighted train, The ministers of grief ...
O WILLIE 1 brew'd a peck o' maut, And Rob and Allen cam to see; Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy And the dimpling stream runs laughing by, When the air ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
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