Train Ride (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
My mother never forgave my father for killing himself, especially at such an awkward time and in a public park, ...
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell: No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from ...
Lord, how I am all ague, when I seek What I have treasur'd in my memory! Since, if my soul ...
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms -- And leaves the Shreds behind -- Oh Housewife in the Evening West -- Come ...
Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
Walking through a field with my little brother Seth I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in ...
When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair, The earth is crying-sweet, And scattering-bright the air, Eddying, dizzying, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
HER mouth is fragrant as a vine, A vine with birds in all its boughs; Serpent and scarab for a ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
for every wind?'s emotionless blast brings shreds of feathers with their dance of loss rotating leaves of faded rainbow-trees and ...
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
A pathetic tragedy I will relate, Concerning poor Fred. Marsden's fate, Who suffocated himself by the fumes of gas, On ...
As you descend, slowly, falling faster past you this snow, ghostly, some flakes bio- luminescent (you plunge, and this lit ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
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