Death. Victurosq; Dei Celant, Ut Vivere Durent; Felix Est Mori — (Daniel Baker Poems)
Luc. Phar. Lib. .I. Come, Life's long Hope, and on thy peaceful Breast My burning Temples let me rest! Worn ...
Luc. Phar. Lib. .I. Come, Life's long Hope, and on thy peaceful Breast My burning Temples let me rest! Worn ...
CHORUSSince they are crumbling, turn on the radio,The streets, dogs, god's all assetsEPISODELoosens out of our hands, spills out everythingWe ...
So from the ground we felt that virtue branch Through all our veins till we were whole, our wrists As ...
and he cried with a loud voice: Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees - Revelation They ...
The hunchback in the park A solitary mister Propped between trees and water From the opening of the garden lock ...
Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres,And, like a blessing or a curse,They thunder down the formless years,And ring throughout the ...
When I was young I had a care Lest I should cheat me of my share Of ...
Strong sun, that bleachThe curtains of my room, can you not renderColourless this dress I wear?—This violent plaidOf purple angers ...
(an Incident of Froom Valley) "THY husband--poor, poor Heart!--is dead-- Dead, out by Moreford Rise; A bull escaped the barton-shed, ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
I don't know if we're in the beginning or in the final stage. -- Tomas Tranströmer Rain is falling through ...
Who is this fish, still wearing its wealth, flat on my drainboard, dead asleep, its suit of mail proof only ...
How do people stay true to each other? When I think of my parents all those years in the unmade ...
L'orage qui s'attarde, le lit d?fait Yves Bonnefoy Here am I, lying lacklustre in an unmade bed A Sunday in ...
"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked its mother. She answered, half crying, ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Lo from our loitering ship a new land at last to be seen; Toothed rocks down the side of the ...
Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?- This violent ...
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