The White Dress (Marya Zaturenska Poems)
Imperceptively the world became haunted by her white dress.Walking in forest or garden, he would start to see,Her flying form; ...
Imperceptively the world became haunted by her white dress.Walking in forest or garden, he would start to see,Her flying form; ...
THE warriors, tigers, flowers of DelacroixPainted upon the walls ablaze with lightPure light, cloud blanched, that unstained white,Queen of the ...
No matter where they lived the same dream cameOf the invisible landlady whose voiceQuickened the air with a dark flameThe ...
How carelessly you wore your beauty!Lightly as if 'twere cloth of air,Too heavy for your soul to wear,As if to ...
Rippling in the ocean of that darkening room--The music poured from the thin hands, widening, gatheringThe floods of descending night, ...
MAKE of my voice a blue-edged Sword, Oh, Lord! Strengthen my soul to deliver your war-cry, Make of my voice a blue-edged ...
Through what doors will you enter, through what wallsWill your white sould resume its solitudes?I count the clockbeats in my ...
Daydreaming child on the tenement roofWho sat in the sullied sun and thought of joy,The thin, the blue-veined hands in ...
How red the roses wereIn that narrow laneWhere we used to meet,Met and met again.I see you sitting thereOn a ...
There is a noise, and then the crowded herdOf noon-time workers flows into the street.My soul, bewildered and without retreat,Closes ...
The wind came up from the black streets my childhood knewAnd talked to me although I closed my ears,Although I ...
The winter rose I sawOn its thin stem of glassShattered upon the grass,Slain by its secret flawRed tarnished into greyRecalls ...
After so many deaths to breathe again,To see the clouded windows open, brightenWith recovered sight. To see the blackness whitenAnd ...
Having so rich a treasurey, so fine a hordOf beauty water-bright before my eyes,I plucked the daisy only, simple and ...
Because the sterile arms no longer beatAcross the predatory airBut form a cross of grandeur and despairBecause that glorious hairThat ...
Within my house the gray ghost Peace has lainOn a white bed; and strewn about him layThe agonies I lavendered ...
Burning with heat and coldIn April's tender weatherI let my tense hands holdAll they could gather of love.Desire shaking the ...
Never will you departThough often cast away,Unburied in my heartWraithlike you stray.First, tenuous and thin,Then warmer, closer, deep,You pierce without, ...
The years grow small and grayAbove the immobile hills,I see them float away--Neither have I grown rich,Or deeper, more serene:I ...
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