Trouv?e (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Oh, why should a hen have been run over on West 4th Street in the middle of summer? She was ...
Oh, why should a hen have been run over on West 4th Street in the middle of summer? She was ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
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