Flood (James Joyce Poem)
Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and sway; Vast wings above the lambent waters brood Of sullen ...
Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and sway; Vast wings above the lambent waters brood Of sullen ...
They mouth love's language. Gnash The thirteen teeth Your lean jaws grin with. Lash Your itch and quailing, nude greed ...
You are no longer young, Nor are you very old. There are homes where those belong. You know you do ...
You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
Year after year the princess lies asleep Until the hundred years foretold are done, Easily drawing her enchanted breath. Caught ...
The clock of my days winds down. The cat eats sparrows outside my window. Once, she brought me a small ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars, Surely he hath his posies, which they tear and twine; Those scentless ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
I could die -- to know -- 'Tis a trifling knowledge -- News-Boys salute the Door -- Carts -- joggle ...
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates -- So over Horror, it half Captivates -- The Soul stares after it, secure ...
It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down -- It was not Night, for ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
He's still young--; thirty, but looks younger-- or does he?... In the eyes and cheeks, tonight, turning in the mirror, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
IS there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare ...
FAREWELL, old Scotia's bleak domains, Far dearer than the torrid plains, Where rich ananas blow! Farewell, a mother's blessing dear! ...
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