Stromliederen (Margot Vos Poems)
IZie, de luchten waaien tot een duister ruimEn de wind wordt vrijheer van den vloedEn de bladers dansen op z'n ...
IZie, de luchten waaien tot een duister ruimEn de wind wordt vrijheer van den vloedEn de bladers dansen op z'n ...
A mouth. Can blow or breathe, be a funnel, or Hello. A grass blade or a cut. A question seated. And a proud bird's neck. Shallow mitten ...
LOCK your bedroom doors with terror.Comb your hair between two lights.In the gold Venetian chamberBut for them let all be ...
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...
I was broke in Arizony, and was gloomy as a tombWhen I got a chance at punchin' for an outfit ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye. What if my great-granddad had a pair that were ...
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