Elis (Georg Trakl Poems)
Elis1.The absolute stillness of this golden day.Under ancient oak treesyou appear, Elis, a dormant seed with round eyes.Their blueness reflects ...
Elis1.The absolute stillness of this golden day.Under ancient oak treesyou appear, Elis, a dormant seed with round eyes.Their blueness reflects ...
Granted that you write verse,Much better than I,(Which isn't saying much!)I wish you would refrainFrom making glad romanceOf this most ...
From the German of Gellert.Erinnre dich, mein Geist, erfreutDes hohen Tags der Herrlichkeit; &c.AWAKE, my soul, and hail the dayOn ...
As the battle din recededOver the hills and far away,Tyorkin, lonely and unheeded,In the snow abandoned lay.Blood and snow to ...
_Hark! Hark!The dogs do bark!It's the socialists come to town,None in rags and none in tags,Swaggering up and down_.Sunday morning,And ...
I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh ...
Hark, hark!The dogs do bark;Beggars are coming to town:Some in rags,Some in tags,And some in velvet gowns!Coming, coming always!Crowding into ...
THEY nearly strike me dumb, And I tremble when they come Pit-a-pat: This palpitation means That these Boots are Geraldine's ...
An old woman grabshold of your sleeveand tags along. She wants a fifty paise coin.She says she will take youto ...
Can you hear me in the back? Let's see - A little about me Set the mood, a light laugh ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Its silver clasp looks like a man grasping his hands above his head in victory; the latches, like twin hatchbacks ...
THE WALK TO THE PARADISE GARDENS 1 Bonfire Night beckoned us to the bridge By Saint Hilda's where we started ...
The porter in the Pullman car Was charming, as they sometimes are. He scanned my baggage tags: "Are you The ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
A solitary apartment house, the last one before the boulevard ends and a dusty road winds its slow way out ...
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
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