City That Does Not Sleep (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl ...
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl ...
For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood -- For excellent intention That did not turn to good; From ancient ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Foes I sniff, when I have less to shout or murmur. Pals alone enormous sounds downward & up bring real. ...
Selecting in the dining-room The silver of his choice, The burglar heard from chamber gloom A female voice. As cold ...
I'm goin' 'ome to Blighty -- ain't I glad to 'ave the chance! I'm loaded up wiv fightin', and I've ...
You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam; You watch it cloud, then settle amber clear; You ...
I wonder if successful men Are always happy? And do they sing with gusto when Springtime is sappy? Although I ...
SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass ...
Blue, but you are Rose, too, and buttermilk, but with blood dots showing through. A little salty your white nape ...
THERE is a wolf in me . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . a red tongue for raw meat . ...
(ROOSEVELT) He turned aside to see the carcase of the lion: and behold, there was a swarm of bees and ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
Some bite from the others A leg an arm or whatever Take it between their teeth Run out as fast ...
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash ...
I am not of those miserable males Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap, Do therefore hope for ...
I am not of those miserable males Who sniff at vice and, daring not to snap, Do therefore hope for ...
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...
Making his advances He does not look at her, nor sniff at her, No, not even sniff at her, his ...
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