Infinite (Giacomo Leopardi Poems)
These solitary hills have always been dear to me. Seated here, this sweet hedge, which blocks the distant horizon opening ...
These solitary hills have always been dear to me. Seated here, this sweet hedge, which blocks the distant horizon opening ...
I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see ...
There are places where the eye can starve, But not here. Here, for example, is The Piazza Navona, & here ...
What happened to the boy I was? Why did he run away? And leave me old and thinking, like There'd ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
The last of last words spoken is, Good-bye - The last dismantled flower in the weed-grown hedge, The last thin ...
I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
All things I can endure, save one. The bare, blank room where is no sun; The parcelled hours; the pallet ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Love, you have led me to the strand, Here, where the stilly, sunset sea, Ever receding silently, Lays bare a ...
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
I. O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half ...
She wakens early remembering her father rising in the dark lighting the stove with a match scraped on the floor. ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
The sun came up before breakfast, perfectly round and yellow, and we dressed in the soft light and shook out ...
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine, the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
The first purple wisteria I recall from boyhood hung on a wire outside the windows of the breakfast room next ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
So one in heart and thought, I trow, That thou might'st press the strings and I might draw the bow ...
Two old crows sat on a fence rail. Two old crows sat on a fence rail, Thinking of effect and ...
A curse upon each king who leads his state, No matter what his plea, to this foul game, And may ...
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