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. ...
WAINAMOINEN'S WEDDING-SONGS.At the home of IlmarinenLong had they been watching, waiting,For the coming of the blacksmith,With his bride from Sariola.Weary ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
THE BRIDE'S FAREWELL.Osmotar, the bride-instructor,Gives the wedding-guests this counsel,Speaks these measures to the bridegroom:"Ilmarinen, artist-brother,Best of all my hero-brothers,Of my ...
ILMARINEN'S WOOING.ILMARINEN, hero-blacksmith,The eternal metal-worker,Hastens forward to the court-roomOf the hostess of Pohyola,Of the master of the Northland,Hastens through the ...
Madge Linsey at the well raised the deep waters, Brimmed her brass bucket full, went from her place. Loose hung ...
THE UNWELCOME GUEST.I have brought young Kaukomieli,Brought the Islander and hero,Also known as Lemminkainen,Through the jaws of death and ruin,Through ...
'Again the sun is hot and high in heaven;The rustic sweats beneath the sultry ray;The idler seeks the shady walk; ...
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughedAt sight of her ...
KULLERVO AND THE CHEAT-CAKE.Thereupon the lad, Kullervo,Laid his luncheon in his basket,Drove the herd to mountain-pastures,O'er the hills and through ...
So there's my year, the twelvemonth duly told Since last I climbed this brow and gloated round Upon the lands ...
When shadows pale are sinking in hues the twilight weaves,Upon the golden grain fields of gleaming wheaten sheaves--Upon the emerald ...
The grey wolf comes again: I had made fast The door with chains; how has the grey wolf passed My ...
Lift me up from this bed of sickness;I am going out to meet the summer.I will run into the arms ...
To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of ...
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own ...
Back to the flower-town, side by side, The bright months bring, New-born, the bridegroom and the bride, Freedom and spring. ...
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