Riparto D’Assalto (Ernest Hemingway Poems)
Drummed their boots on the camion floor,Hob-nailed boots on the camion floor.Sergeants stiff,Corporals sore.Lieutenant thought of a Mestre whore —Warm ...
Drummed their boots on the camion floor,Hob-nailed boots on the camion floor.Sergeants stiff,Corporals sore.Lieutenant thought of a Mestre whore —Warm ...
428Taking up the fair Ideal,Just to cast her downWhen a fracture-we discover-Or a splintered Crown-Makes the Heavens portable-And the Gods-a ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with ...
Not a third that walks beside me, But five or six or more. Whether at dusk or daybreak Or at ...
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where ...
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open ...
God loves us as we are, grace Christ came, into the world to repair our brokenness our torn lives, splintered ...
The old, old boards chipped, splintered weathered white fading to gray the flame, the cross the words of our welcome ...
Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture -- we discover -- Or a splintered ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
I Once in the winter Out on a lake In the heart of the north-land, Far from the Fort And ...
A shell surprised our post one day And killed a comrade at my side. My heart was sick to see ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring ...
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