The Lake (Deborah Ager Poem)
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when ...
O YE wha are sae guid yoursel', Sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
NOW, Kennedy, if foot or horse E'er bring you in by Mauchlin corse, (Lord, man, there's lasses there wad force ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream One tree can start a forest, One bird ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
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