A Tale Of Italy (Eloise Alberta Bibb Poems)
I'Twas eve in sunny Italy;The world was bright as earth can be,In that delightful month of June, When sun, and ...
I'Twas eve in sunny Italy;The world was bright as earth can be,In that delightful month of June, When sun, and ...
(Interlocutors--Mr. Lear and Mr. and Mrs. Symonds.) Edwardus--What makes you look so black, so glum, so cross? ...
Like a gay skiff that flees the somber shoreAnd lilts again upon the crystal sea,Her wet breast stroking with caressing ...
Quasi era vespro. Atteso avea soverchioalla posta del cervo, quatto quattofra le canne; e vinceami l'uggia. A un trattovidi l'uom ...
1Meandering abroad in the Lincolnshire meadows dayDay and day a month perhaps, lying at night lonely,The early September evening administering ...
I've served in the French Foreign Legion It's Hell! The life couldn't be harder, For it's war to the knife ...
From the tops of the iron ladder of hopes I announce my good news, From the valleys of ashes, corpses ...
AD ANTONIO GHISLANZONI,DEDICANDOGLI IL LIBRO.Alla tua nota satiraChi porse l'argomento?Forse i carmi d'un giovaneDa pochi giorni spento?Forse il _Torso di ...
Maria was made for sex Maria emerging from truthMaria's the blackthis blood foam floats up on its crest ...
Katie could put her feet behind her head Or do a grand plié, position two, Her suppleness magnificent in bed. ...
His body toned, thin like a runner short, tank top good running shoes coming toward me through the village passing ...
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
In another time, a linen winding sheet would already have been drawn about her, the funeral drums by now would ...
(after Spillane) Let us be aware of the true dark gods Acknowledgeing the cache of the crotch The primitive pure ...
(After Rilke) We cannot know the indescribable face Where the eyes like apples ripened. Even so, His torso has a ...
I saw the Greatest Man on Earth, Aye, saw him with my proper eyes. A loin-cloth spanned his proper girth, ...
LEGS hold a torso away from the earth. And a regular high poem of legs is here. Powers of bone ...
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the ...
We cannot know his legendary head with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso is still suffused with brilliance ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
Now when I have a cold I am careful with my cold, I consult a physician And I do as ...
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