I Am Going to Sleep (Alfonsina Storni Poems)
Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew,hands of herbs, you, perfect wet nurse,prepare the earthly sheets for meand the down quilt ...
Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew,hands of herbs, you, perfect wet nurse,prepare the earthly sheets for meand the down quilt ...
I hoed and trenched and weeded,And took the flowers to fair:I brought them home unheeded;The hue was not the wear.So ...
A TALE. ON her lov'd infant, as it sleeping lies,Ah! little does the tender mother know,While fondly gazing with delighted ...
With blackest moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held ...
Hunters are fretting, and hacks in a lather, Sportsmen arriving from left and from right; Bridle-roads bringing them, see how ...
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...
Sportin' death! My word it was! An' taken in a sportin' way. Mind you, I wasn't there to see; I ...
In the great green park with the wooden palings -The wooden palings so hard to climb,There are fern and foxglove, ...
Cast on the lily's cheek the rose's glow, And while the world with morning dew is wet, Inhale the fragrance ...
Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew,hands of herbs, you, perfect wet nurse,prepare the earthly sheets for meand the down quilt ...
These wet rocks where the tide has been,Barnacled white and weeded brownAnd slimed beneath to a beautiful green,These wet rocks ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
I hoed and trenched and weeded, And took the flowers to fair: I brought them home unheeded; The hue was ...
My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter'd sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole ...
A cross of annuals, lovingly cared for, planted, watered, weeded on the lawn of the church, welcoming all A light ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held ...
Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew, hands of herbs, you, perfect wet nurse, prepare the earthly sheets for me and ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
These wet rocks where the tide has been, Barnacled white and weeded brown And slimed beneath to a beautiful green, ...
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