Cape Breton (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The great light cage has broken up in the air, freeing, I think, about a million birds whose wild ascending ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss ...
A precise woman with a short haircut brings order to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, moves feelings around like ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
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