Picasso’s Promenade (Jacques Prevert Poems)
On a very round plate of real porcelainan apple posesface to face with ita painter of realityvainly tries to paintthe ...
On a very round plate of real porcelainan apple posesface to face with ita painter of realityvainly tries to paintthe ...
FRIENDS of the Muse, to you of right belongThe first staid footsteps of my square-toed song;Full well I know the ...
HERE let me pause by the lone eagle's nest,And breathe the ...
The wing of my spirit is broken, My day-star of hope has declined;For a month not a word have I spoken That's ...
Valleys lay in sunny vapor,And a radiance mild was shedFrom each tree that like a taperAt a feast stood. Then ...
The Beautiful City! ForeverIts rapturous praises resound;We fain would behold it-- but neverA glimpse of its dory is found:We slacken ...
I sat by the farm-house window When the winter's sun was low, And looked on the clear horizon O'er fields white-crested with snow. A ...
Be not too forward, painter; 'tisMore for thy fame, and art, to missAll other faces, than come nearThe Lady, that ...
Myrddin:How sad with me, how said,Cedfyl and Cadfan are fallen!The slaughter was terrible,Shields shattered and bloody.Taliesin:I saw Maelgwn battling—The host ...
I've Thought; the fair Clarissa cries:What is it like, Sir?-Like your Eyes.'Tis like a Chair-'Tis like a Key-'Tis like a ...
I. Yonder, with eyes that tears, not distance, dim, With ears the wide world's thickness cannot daunt, We see tumultuous miseries that haunt The ...
All the museums are afraid of me,Because each time I spend a whole dayIn front of a paintingThe next day ...
My son places his paint box in front of meand asks me to draw a bird for him.Into the color ...
The ridges either side of the valleywere covered in dark pine forest.The ploughed hill sides were red,and the pastures were ...
PAVEMENT slipp'ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving. Lofty mansions, warm and spacious ...
That's a rather bold speech, my Lord Bacon, For, indeed, is't so easy to knowJust how much we from others have ...
I wish - 't is no concern of mine,But yet I wish that you would tryThe painter's brush, and trace ...
How I dread the thoughtOf you leaving--Like the bearing of fruit before blooming,Like the sprouting of seed before sowing,Like summer ...
Uncle Joe comes home a singing, Hail, Columby!Glorious times de Lord is bringin' — Now let me die.Fling the chains into the ...
YES; when the ways oppose- When the hard means rebel, Fairer the work out-grows,- More potent far the spell. O ...
A HUNDRED years and more have run their courseSince settlers saw the River Hawkesbury,And came to till the lands its ...
By Kara's cape(what sea-babble Kara hears)the seaweed risesfrom the ocean floorby ivy-clothed Ihami,and all along the sea sandsfloat fine sea-tangles.So, ...
I have been within the fieldAt the young morning, when the thrushTore ope the brushy way, marking her flightWith the ...
Awake,ye forms of verse divine! Painting! descend on canvas wing,-And hover o'er my head, Design! Your son, your glorious son, I sing;At ...
Light!Innumerable ions of light,Kindling, irradiating,All to their foci tending…Light that jingles like anklet chainsOn bevies of little lithe twinkling feet,Or ...
To show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent,And thought in living characters to paint,When first thy pencil did those beauties give,And ...
Bright image of the early yearsWhen glowed my cheek as red as thou,And life's dark throng of cares and fearsWere ...
On receiving a painting of the Isle. Isle of beauty, thou art singing To my sense a sweet refrain; To my busy mem'ry ...
It is true love becauseI put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of ...
Most tangible of all the gods that be,O Santa Claus-- our own since Infancy!As first we scampered to thee-- now, ...
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