The Pit (Ivan Goran Kovacic Poems)
BLOOD is my daylight, and darkness too. Blessing of night has been gouged from my cheeks Bearing with it my more lucky ...
BLOOD is my daylight, and darkness too. Blessing of night has been gouged from my cheeks Bearing with it my more lucky ...
The rain was over, and the brilliant air Made every little blade of grass appear Vivid and startling-everything was there ...
Listen to me as one listens to the rain,not attentive, not distracted,light footsteps, thin drizzle,water that is air, air that ...
When summer in the mountains gains its peak,When gaily blooming flowers begin to fade,When nomads from the sunshine refuge seekBeside ...
AUTHORITY, with white-gloved hand,Holds up the traffic in the Strand.Obediently each well-trained wheelRolls to a standstill. I can feelThe bus ...
Leaves glowing in the sun, zealous hum of bumblebees,From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voicesAnd the ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
Now a sad farewell to the cable-tram, Staunch friend of the quieter days,That glided down thro' a leisured town Ere ...
REACH over, my Undine, and clutch me a reed -- Nymph of mine idleness, notch me a pipe -- For ...
Three hills lead on to Lilydale, Where runs the White Horse Road.Three slopes dip down into the vale --The placid ...
I built myself a monument, eternal and miraculous,It's higher than the Pyramids, than metal it is harder;Swift winds and thunder ...
Fully occupied with growing--that's the amaryllis. Growing especially at night: it would take only a bit more patience than I've ...
"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified ...
(I.R.A. Bombing) The British Army now carries two rifles, one with rubber rabbit-pellets for children, the other's of course for ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
for J.L.D. Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all, how can we do such ...
Along the sun-drenched roadside, from the great hollow half-treetrunk, which for generations has been a trough, renewing in itself an ...
Our fathers all were poor, Poorer our fathers' fathers; Beyond, we dare not look. We, the sons, keep store Of ...
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