Invitation To Miss Marianne Moore (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
BLEST be M'Murdo to his latest day! No envious cloud o'ercast his evening ray; No wrinkle, furrow'd by the hand ...
THERE was once a day, but old Time wasythen young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
I held a moment in my hand, Brilliant as a star, Fragile as a flower, A shiny silver out of ...
Simple things are lovely things. Rain, dropping from the eaves, Is molten silver streaming down, Upon the fallen leaves. The ...
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