Every Day (Ingeborg Bachmann Poems)
War is no longer declared,only continued. The monstroushas become everyday. The herostays away from battle. The weakhave gone to the ...
War is no longer declared,only continued. The monstroushas become everyday. The herostays away from battle. The weakhave gone to the ...
Alas what am I? What use has my life?I am but a body whose heart's torn away,A vain shadow, an ...
Son of Nqindi shut the canon with your loin skins!Zimangele's world will erupt.The canon will raise dust routing the enemyLet ...
Let us live, my Lesbia, let us love,and all the words of the old, and so moral,may they be worth ...
Lord, confound this surly sister, Blight her brow ...
ICE and snow are cold, I knowPain and sorrow too are chill.Ever notice how the glowOf the sun on ice ...
STREW not earth with empty stars,Strew it not with roses,Nor feathers from the crest of Mars,Nor summer's idle posies.'Tis not ...
Forests blaze red beneath the frosty sky,The wrath of Heaven's armies soars to the clouds.Mist veils Longgang, its thousands peaks ...
The very clouds foams atop White Cloud Mountain,At its base the roar of battle quicken.Withered trees and rotten stumps join ...
The Greeks planned for warOn the delightful island of Salamis.From the harbor of Athens, you could see itSeized by the ...
It was not only once, it will go this way,In our fight, which is deaf and destroying:As it happened before, ...
Below the hills fly flags and banners,Above the hilltops sounds bugles and drums.The foe encircles us thousands strong,Steadfastly we stand ...
Like a small greycoffee-pot,sits the squirrel.He is notall he should be,kills by dozenstrees, and eatshis red-brown cousins.The keeper on theother ...
Bull father frogWas on the log,While many a little fellowAround the poolUpon his stoolSat learning how to bellow.A turtle near,Whom ...
THE world is large, when its weary leagues two loving hearts divide;But the world is small, when your enemy is ...
But, when they were alone,--and now no more By that subduing presence overawed,-- With free tongue giving loose to wrath ...
Part 1. St. Mark's hushed abbey heardThrough prayers a roar and din;A brawling voice did shout, "Knave shaveling, let me ...
On the next morrow, early, rose the king; And sat upon his throne: at his right hand, The heroic queen: ...
Accurs?d to the Medes, as to himself, That fatal hour when,--mad with fiercest hate,-- His private wrong on one man ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
On the next morning,--so by heavenly Voice Instructed,--unto Pharaoh went again Moses and Aaron; craving to be heard, Because of ...
While morning yet was young, within his hall Of justice Pharaoh sat: his princes, priests, Judges, and ministers, in costly ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
''Powers, erst of heaven; and, haply, yet again, As, with the years, we wiser, mightier grow, Thither, triumphant, destined to ...
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
But not all unprepared were found the Medes. With restless foot, Belesis through the night, Still to and fro had ...
All night funereal darkness pall'd the earth; The worn--out soldiers slumbered heavily: The anxious chiefs themselves, in grave--like sleep, Till ...
Resplendent as on that great morn he rose, When, from the inmost depth of heaven's immense, The bright eternal solitude ...
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