Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
We were the nails, hammered into his body we were the wood of the cross, the weight of the shame ...
The familiar black of the board became whiter, over time, layer on layer of the chalk, making the pores fill ...
Our little helper, all of three, upset I was washing the broiler pan - without her Move over Dad!, She ...
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
1 AN old man bending, I come, among new faces, Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children, Come tell ...
When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
Take away your knowledge, Doktor. It doesn't butter me up. You say my heart is sick unto. You ought to ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
The end of the affair is always death. She's my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my ...
I often wonder how Life clicks because They don't make women now Like Mammy was. When broods of two or ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
LO, now, my guest, if aught amiss were said, Forgive it and dismiss it from your head. For me, for ...
Eastern Sea, 100 fathoms, green sand, pebbles, broken shells. Off Suno Saki, 60 fathoms, gray sand, pebbles, bubbles rising. Plasma-bearer ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
When she rises in the morning I linger to watch her; She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window And the ...
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