A Miracle For Breakfast (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine. This morning, we look through her kitchen window, the ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
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