Limits (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, "Be sure to ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
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