Lament For Ignacio Sanchez Mejias (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and ...
It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs -- The name They dropped upon my face With water, in the country ...
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away! Let other blood go freezing, We will be wise and gay. For here ...
Angel spirits of sleep, White-robed, with silver hair, In your meadows fair, Where the willows weep, And the sad moonbeam ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
1 OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come, Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys, Leaning back in their open barouches, ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
AS consequent from store of summer rains, Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing, Or many a herb-lined brook's reticulations, Or ...
My doc announced yesterday : "You may have talent, though it's hidden, your beak, however, is frost-bitten, so stick at ...
Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in ...
Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
When the salt wave laps on the long, dim shore, And frets the reef with its windy sallies, And the ...
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