The Old Women Of The Ocean (Pablo Neruda Poems)
To the solemn sea the old women comeWith their shawls knotted around their necksWith their fragile feet cracking.They sit down ...
To the solemn sea the old women comeWith their shawls knotted around their necksWith their fragile feet cracking.They sit down ...
Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya JudeTo dance in Beg-Innish,And when the lads (they're in Dunquin)Have sold their crabs and fish,Wave fawny ...
I hold a silk shawl in my hands -a weightless cloud, billowingagainst my breath, if I let it goit would ...
They come back in their whiteshifts, their ruffled shawls of saltwhite, the way the dead always returnwhen you need them ...
WHEN Cap'n Tom comes home, and his sea chestIs opened, oh, the shells that rainbow foamTossed on far shores, by ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
O whaur hae ye been, my bonnie, bonnie bairns, Sae lang awa' frae me?Come in, come in, for I'm weary ...
I He whom we anatomized 'whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers and thought on his wit and how neatly ...
IngoldsbyYear by year do Beauty's daughters, In the sweetest gloves and shawls,Troop to taste the Chattenham waters, And adorn the ...
The light of other days burns dim,And in the shade is cast,You'll own I'm right, if you will justLook back ...
A twist of fresh flowers on your dark hair,And your hair is a panther's shadow.On your white cheeks the down ...
One day they came; I heard their feet. ...
A hot day in September. A white mistClung to the vale, and up the hill a blur,As of thin smoke, ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, ...
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
There! See the line of lights, A chain of stars down either side the street -- Why can't you lift ...
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...
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