Chemin De Fer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse, minutes of a barbaric condescension. --Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees, ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
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