Birth (Georg Trakl Poems)
These mountains: blackness, silence, and snow.The red hunter climbs down from the forest;Oh the mossy gaze of the wild thing.The ...
These mountains: blackness, silence, and snow.The red hunter climbs down from the forest;Oh the mossy gaze of the wild thing.The ...
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,what secret knowledge is clasped between your ...
The still sweet meadows shimmered: and I stood And cursed them, bloom of hedge and bird of tree,And bright and high ...
LOUISATOEMMA. APRIL 25th, 1781. OH! my lov'd EMMA , I have much ...
A Report, though false, at that time generally believed. FALLEN are thy towers, Byzantium! towers that stoodBefore the Turk's dread ...
(SIERRAS, 1876)DRAMATIS PERSONAEFirst TouristSecond TouristYuba Bill, DriverA StrangerFIRST TOURISTLook how the upland plunges into cover, Green where the pines fade ...
Before me,On either side of me,I see sand.If I turn the corner of my house,I see sand,Long, brownLines and levels ...
Variation on a Theme by CollinsLet the day glare: O memory, your treadBeats to the pulse of suffocating night-Night peering ...
Others, I am not the first, Have willed more mischief than they durst: If in the breathless night I too ...
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
Others, I am not the first, Have willed more mischief than they durst: If in the breathless night I too ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods ...
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow ...
1/ Had it not been for the traffic jam You'd have thought being elsewhere Most the niceties seemed so foreign ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
'Twas on a Monday morning, and in the year of 1884, That a fire broke out in Bailie Bradford's store, ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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