La Casada Infiel (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
Y que yo me la llev? al r?o creyendo que era mozuela, pero ten?a marido. Fue la noche de Santiago ...
Y que yo me la llev? al r?o creyendo que era mozuela, pero ten?a marido. Fue la noche de Santiago ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; ...
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away They were waiting there in ...
The flats, tidal, far from shore, reeds, grasses, rushes morphing from green golden tan, brown the week before autumn officially ...
Under the flat board The second rail Of the fence By the walk, Above the drop To the brook - ...
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
You mustn't show weakness and you've got to have a tan. But sometimes I feel like the thin veils of ...
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: 'La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, ...
(Another version of "A Terre".) To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me -- brutes! My fingers fidget like ...
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
Eighty-one degrees a record high for the day which is not my birthday but will do until the eleventh of ...
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