The Ten oems of Solitude VIII (Hugues C Pernath Poems)
I dwelt in the corridors of come and goIn the boundless dismay of tacky coloursNothing's still true, no sun splits ...
I dwelt in the corridors of come and goIn the boundless dismay of tacky coloursNothing's still true, no sun splits ...
I dwelt in the corridors of come and goIn the boundless dismay of tacky coloursNothing's still true, no sun splits ...
Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?Said the youth softly, as outstretched he layWhere for an hour outstretched he ...
NOTHING is better, I well think, Than love; the hidden well-waterIs not so delicate to drink: This was ...
La patience est am?re; mais le fruit en est doux!IAway down into the shadowy depths of the Real I once ...
Little one, you must not fretThat I take your clothes away;Better sleep you so will get,And at morning wake more ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
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