Postman Cheval (Andre Breton Poems)
We are the birds always charmed by you from the top of these belvederesAnd that each night form a blossoming ...
We are the birds always charmed by you from the top of these belvederesAnd that each night form a blossoming ...
We were hoping to spend Saturday in the parlor inArabian sacks.It used to have a ladder under its arm and ...
While morning yet was young, within his hall Of justice Pharaoh sat: his princes, priests, Judges, and ministers, in costly ...
Mean while loquacious Fame the News thro'--out Each Corner of the Land had spread about. The Monster Fame; by Stealth ...
Part 02: His Futile Preoccupations - 01I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened, Sealed from the sun with ...
1Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is he ...
To the memory of Frank Littlehanged at MidnightI Six men drove up to his house at midnight, and woke the ...
THERE is a big artist named Val, The roughs' and the prize-fighters' pal: The mind of a groom And the ...
My garden has a lawn —Green and withdrawn,Shaded by treesWherein the breezeAnd — need I add? — the beesMake soothing ...
THE BRICKLAYER: I tell this tale, which is strictly true, Just by way of convincing you How very little, since ...
Live Christ, hold onto him like reaching into good soil with our hands instead of a trowel holding on tightly ...
Something about the forty something temperature the warm rain yesterday, the melting snow and ice made my mind wander to ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the ...
1 FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my city, How ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
I THOUGHT of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer and you a woman who loves the man who ...
Comes to mind as another small upheaval amongst the rubble. His eye matches exactly the bubble in my spirit-level. I ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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