Anaphora (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, As of old, in the fields of heaven, Your distant, melancholy ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
Chorus.-I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet; I'm o'er young, 'twad be a sin To ...
IT was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral, For the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O: Torn from that ...
HERE'S to thy health, my bonie lass, Gude nicht and joy be wi' thee; I'll come nae mair to thy ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
ALL hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word, The mightiest empires fall! Thy cruel, woe-delighted train, The ministers of grief ...
O THOU Great Being! what Thou art, Surpasses me to know; Yet sure I am, that known to Thee Are ...
OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, I set me down and sigh; O ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne! Chorus.-For ...
O Mary, at thy window be, It is the wished, the trysted hour! Those smiles and glances let me see, ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
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