The Pastoral, The Elegy, The Ode, And The Epigram (Nicholas Boileau Despreaux Poems)
As A fair nymph, when rising from her bed, With sparkling diamonds dresses not her head, But without gold, or pearl, or ...
As A fair nymph, when rising from her bed, With sparkling diamonds dresses not her head, But without gold, or pearl, or ...
All winter the fire devoured everything --tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers.When April finally arrived,I opened the woodstove one ...
Ever heard th' black watch story?Ask th' boys o' our old crew;There's sea yarns a sight more gory, But there ...
Lately, I've been watching them, peckingfuriously at the ground,then retreating into the eucalyptus,where they stagger like compassesbefore their tiny hearts ...
Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, Imperfect kindling even in this ...
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
The fire already raging the land, scorched, charred. Dig out the hydrants, clear them, access send the crews, shovels at ...
watching the snow, slowly starting accumulating snow, first on the lawn, building, gathering on the needles broad, small, firs, pines ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
There was an unwanted child. Aborted by three modern methods she hung on to the womb, hooked onto I building ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
WHEN Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin . in the dust, in ...
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