Untitled #5 (Janina Degutyte Poems)
The squares empty and sailinto the distance like ships. In the green moonlight shudderthe tall silhouettes of towers. Fragrant lindens like hearbsnestle ...
The squares empty and sailinto the distance like ships. In the green moonlight shudderthe tall silhouettes of towers. Fragrant lindens like hearbsnestle ...
Bewilderingly, from wildly shaken cloud, Invisible hands, deft moving everywhere, Have woven a winding sheet of velvet air,And laid the dead earth ...
In the land of blue snow there are no trees:only the shadows of trees and the names of treeswritten by ...
Night silhouettes:Witches riding on brooms ...Chiffon veils blown across the bisque faceOf the new moon ...Indistinct etchings on a distant ...
It starts with the picture of my grandfather,machinegunned in his car, Packard De Luxe, 1923.A snapshot with poor composition, slightlyout ...
The night vibrates with the chatter of trucks,Of clanking couplings and screaming wheels;A column of smoke glows pink from an ...
He will not come, and still I wait. He whistles at another gate Where angels listen. Ah I know He ...
The old woman made mint Candy for the children Who'd bolt through her front door, Silhouettes of the great blue ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
A summer, long ago a different sleepover, out under the stars, in the Berkshire woods when summer camp meant the ...
En l'an trentiesme do mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues... PIPIT sate upright in her chair Some distance ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
The last leaves fell like notes from a piano and left their ovals echoing in the ear; with gawky music ...
I Leaguered in fire The wild black promontories of the coast extend Their savage silhouettes; The sun in universal carnage ...
She holds the whalebone up to the light until it silhouettes - a black chunk of skeleton, hugged by our ...
The sea is flecked with bars of grey, The dull dead wind is out of tune, And like a withered ...
HE lived on the wings of storm. The ashes are in Chihuahua. Out of Ludlow and coal towns in Colorado ...
TEN minutes now I have been looking at this. I have gone by here before and wondered about it. This ...
THE PEACE of great doors be for you. Wait at the knobs, at the panel oblongs. Wait for the great ...
Nudes -- stark and glistening, Yelling in lurid glee. Grinning faces And raging limbs Whirl over the floor one fire. ...
The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light ...
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