The Burglar Of Babylon (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight, Pause a moment at my window, Twitter softly your good-night; For ...
Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse, each from the other ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset shot them black into infinity: next morning darkness returned from the ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
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