Sonata (Pablo Neruda Poems)
Neither the heart cut by a piece of glassin a wasteland of thornsnor the atrocious waters seen in the cornersof ...
Neither the heart cut by a piece of glassin a wasteland of thornsnor the atrocious waters seen in the cornersof ...
I gather motley flowersAnd braid, braid a garland,Sharp spears fallAt your victorious feet.The sisters turn spindlesAnd spin, spin yarn.Wild hops ...
He will not return, your Odysseus, this time he will not return.No Penelopes with their spindles are waiting for him by ...
CAPTURE OF THE FIRE-FISH.Wainamoinen, the enchanter,The eternal wisdom-singer,Long reflected, well considered,How to weave the net of flax-yarn,Weave the fish-net of ...
TO THE MARQUIS GINO CAPPONI. I was mistaken, my dear Gino. Long And greatly have I erred. I fancied life ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly ...
WAINAMOINEN'S HARP-SONGS.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,Laves his hands to snowy whiteness,Sits upon the rock of joyance,On the stone of song ...
OF manufactures, trade, inventions rare,Steam-towers and looms, you'd know our Borough's share -'Tis small: we boast not these rich subjects ...
Now with a humming from the greening skies,Sphinx moths with course set true,Shoot forth, torpedoes with a spinning screw,And bulbous ...
This is the land!It lies outstretched a vision of delight,Bent like a shield between the silver seasIt flashes back the ...
_She_. How soft the night wind strokes the meadow grasses And, breathing music, through ...
IMPLACABLE as are thy arctic floes; Grim and gigantic as thy mountain height; Girt with thy pines for ...
Night takes the scepter from the hand of day, And sets her drowsy stars about the world; The winds are ...
Campsite set Late afternoon Late June Grab a friend Get the canoe Head up the brook The tributary Portage through ...
While the sun stops, or seems to, to define a term for the indeterminable, the human aspect, here in the ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
I cried when the moon was mutmuring to the birds: 'Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will, I ...
All actors look for them-the defining moments When what a character does is what he is. The script may say, ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
O never harm the dreaming world, the world of green, the world of leaves, but let its million palms unfold ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
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