Songs For A Colored Singer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
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. ...
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?-- He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men, Saw ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
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 ...
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