Artificer (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
Manhood stands tall and high, and becomes madness;The self takes leave of being and becomes ecstasy.When iron sated with blood ...
The seedground paved with the stones of Calcutta,I remain vigilantIf there's any responseI keep my eyes wide openIf any sapling ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
as the landscape falls away the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion is content to stand alone berries (the very tint ...
The world is wet today luxurious, damp, drenched drops hug the leaves, anoint the still budded lilac blossoms before their ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
A man toiled on a burning road, Never resting. Once he saw a fat, stupid ass Grinning at him from ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and ...
WARBLE me now, for joy of Lilac-time, Sort me, O tongue and lips, for Nature's sake, and sweet life's sake-and ...
THERE was a child went forth every day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became; And ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks, Cut stems struggling to put down feet, What saint strained so much, Rose ...
We raise our arms The street climbs into the sky We lower our eyes The roofs go down into the ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
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