The Gypsy and the Wind (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
His Heart was darker than the starless night For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
Am I a stone, and not a sheep, That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross, To number drop ...
The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line ...
If Mary had known When she held her Babe's hands in her own Little hands that were tender and white ...
Quite unexpectedly, as Vasserot The armless ambidextrian was lighting A match between his great and second toe, And Ralph the ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
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