The Weavers (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
after school a hard handgathered us to the sewing shopa flock of young girlswith children's facesbindweed at our waistsall winter ...
after school a hard handgathered us to the sewing shopa flock of young girlswith children's facesbindweed at our waistsall winter ...
Your nurse could only speak Italian,but after twenty minutes I could imagine your final week,and tears ran down my ...
I wus a settin' by my winder Lookin' out the other day,On the Airth all white with snowdrifts — Look you ever ...
SomewhereAlong Kursiu Nerija,Wading, the stag will drink.Happy is he - In sandy wasteland,He has not known thirst.Happy is he - For him, ...
The frozen dream lakesenvisioned one Christmas Eve,the water's morning glintthrough the blindness of a solid wall,a wall solid brick, stacked ...
The snow lies deep on hill and dale,In rocky gulch and grassy vale,The tiny, trickling, tumbling fallsAre frozen 'twixt their ...
Мчались звезды. В море мылись мысы.Слепла соль. И слезы высыхали.Были темны спальни. Мчались мысли,И прислушивался сфинкс к Сахаре.Плыли свечи. И ...
When winter shuts a fellow in and turns the lock upon his door,There's nothing else for him to do but ...
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,The meadow creeps implacable and still;A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.One ...
From where I sit, I see the stars, And down the chilly floor The moon between the ...
Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,And ...
THE soft wind blows Across the snows, And turns the palest face to rose; The wind it goes Where no ...
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and down Should charge ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and down Should charge ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
How neatly a cat sleeps, Sleeps with its paws and its posture, Sleeps with its wicked claws, And with its ...
Frosty-white and cold it lies Underneath the fretful skies; Snowflakes flutter where the red Banners of the poppies spread, And ...
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