Arrival At Santos (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
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