Nocturne (George Bacovia Poems)
I'm stuck here… and the slush drips, water, mud…To know nothing again, there'd be one method -A gas lamp's in ...
I'm stuck here… and the slush drips, water, mud…To know nothing again, there'd be one method -A gas lamp's in ...
Hey! My daffodil-crowned, Slim and without sandals! As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness So my eyeballs are startled ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Be patient with you? When the stooping sky Leans down upon the hills And tenderly, as one who soothing stills ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, ...
Please master can I touch your cheeck please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
I. The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little ...
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his 'Defence of Ignorance' how many poets Go mad or seem to be ...
You that affright with lamentable notes The servants from their beef, whose hungry throats Vex the grume porter's surly conscience: ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
The buzzards wheel slowly In wide circles, in a sky Faintly hazed as from dust from the road. And a ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
(Nicola Sacco -- Bartolomeo Vanzetti) Executed August 23, 1927 I As men have loved their lovers in times past And ...
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