Symphony In White (Luis Munoz Marin Poems)
'WAS midnight when she died; her body layWhite as the wheaten wafer of the priest,What time the heavens were weeping. ...
'WAS midnight when she died; her body layWhite as the wheaten wafer of the priest,What time the heavens were weeping. ...
The snails brush silver. Critic crowpoints his unpleasant beak, and lances.Resumes his treetop, darts belowhis acid-bright, corrosive glances.In the hushed ...
Our Sunday morning when dawn-priests were applyingWafer and wine to the human wound, we laidOurselves to cure ourselves down: I'm ...
Would you come back if I said the earth was at the tip of my fingerslike a charred branch already cooled?birds ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
I.Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee,From thy most meek disciple! Deign once moreEndure me at thy feet, enlighten ...
Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'?lection de son s?pulchre For three years, out of ...
The salmon-trout drifts in the stream,The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the streamLike a little wafer of light.The salmon ...
"Mrs Jaypher found a waferWhich she stuck upon a note;This she took and gave the cook.Then she went and bought ...
LVI strive to live my life in whitest truth, Even in the face of this deceitful world; And if in ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste, That in my days I may not see thee old, That ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Eyes rolled by white sticks, Ears cupping the sea's incoherences, You house your unnerving ...
For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
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