Rimas LII (Gustavo Adolfo Becquer Poems)
Olas gigantes que os rompeis bramando En las playas desiertas y remotas, Envuelto entre la sabana de espumas, iLlevadme con vosotras! Rafagas de huracan, ...
Olas gigantes que os rompeis bramando En las playas desiertas y remotas, Envuelto entre la sabana de espumas, iLlevadme con vosotras! Rafagas de huracan, ...
In a motion of night they massed nearer my post.I hummed a short blues. When the stars went outI studied ...
There's a motionless treeAnd another one coming forwardA river of treesHits my chestThe green surgeIs good fortuneYou are dressed in ...
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
Voici venir les temps o? vibrant sur sa tigeChaque fleur s'?vapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;Les sons et les parfums tournent dans ...
We celebrated every moment Of our meetings as epiphanies, Just we two in all the world. Bolder, lighter than a ...
The pendulum, with brazen din,Proclaims the midnight; we beginTo call to mind, ironically,What uses we have made of thisDead day ...
Love, will you look with meUpon the phosphor-litten labor of the worm-Time's minister, who toils for his appointed term,And has ...
Now, see! the time is come when solemnly and slowThe flowers on their stem like shaken censers fume;When sounds and ...
Pascal had his Void that went with him day and night.- Alas! It's all Abyss, - action, longing, dream,the Word! ...
Reign of Louis Philippe A great tall column spearing at the sky With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
folly cracked the mirror a soul gasping wound voodoo induced vertigo psychedelic blackouts in the cracks between art and blasphemy ...
a lion at the door swallowed the day broken with spite at the inevitable chorus of pop songs sutured for ...
In a motion of night they massed nearer my post. I hummed a short blues. When the stars went out ...
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
Mornings like this I awaken and wonder How I have moved so far, how I have moved so little And ...
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
This night slip, in his honor flipped inside out - of lace- edged netting - is the color of Shaka ...
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