Inheritance/Improvisation (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
water for dance shadows last. walk the paris streets, slow. sweet rain, all their eyes linger within my soul, evening. ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded ...
Under Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine And our loves Must I remember them Joy came always after pain Let arriving ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Out of three or four in the room One is always standing at the window. Forced to see the injustice ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
THERE was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
There were three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, An' they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain ...
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