Anywhere Out of the World (Charles Baudelaire Poems)
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like ...
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like ...
Wake up my harp! thy strings begin to rust! Has the soul fled that once within thee dwelt?Idle so long, shake ...
Sometimes the silver cord of life Is loosed at one brief stroke; As when the elements at strife, With Nature's wild contentions rife, Uproot ...
Is this a time to plant and build,Add house to house, and field to field,When round our walls the battle ...
Once more the wind leaps from the sullen land With his old battle-cry. A tree bends darkly where the wall looms high; Its ...
I exchange eyes with the Mad Queenthe mirror crashes against my faceand bursts into a thousand sunsall over the city ...
(With apologies to a beautiful poem.) Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe decrease By cautious birth-control and die in peace) Mellow with learning ...
HOW roars this wintry tempest, fierce and loud,Borne from far passes of the ice-locked hills!How raves this desolate rain, whose ...
Hearken, the rivers won't be frozen this winteror nearly any other winter for that matterthis is a milde climateDon't uproot ...
But not all unprepared were found the Medes. With restless foot, Belesis through the night, Still to and fro had ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SOWING.Then arose old Wainamoinen,With his feet upon the island,On the island washed by ocean,Broad expanse devoid of verdure;There remained ...
Where shall I lead the flocks to-day?Is there no Horeb for me beyond this desert?Is there no rod with which ...
I remember the dear little cabinThat stood by the weather-brown mill,And the beautiful wavelets of sunshineThat flowed down the slope ...
Sister, rise up after your freedom,why are you quiet?rise up because henceforthyou have to imbibe the blood of tyrannical men.Seek ...
Arm me, Lord, my strength redouble,Heaven open, heed my trouble!God, if my cause Thine shall be,Grant a day of victory!Fell ...
I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour In being the last of one's kind: a topmost ...
The joy, in the letter, is the living faith, deep within him, the faith of his mother, his grandmother, carried ...
A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane, Talked1 of his country and its people, ...
My own dear love, he is strong and bold And he cares not what comes after. His words ring sweet ...
At Quattro Gatti, she is the poet-in-residence: In Barcelona, Piccasso started here, painting A humble sketch of a picket-white fence. ...
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