La mirada interior se despliega y un mundo de vertigo y llama nace bajo la frente del que suena:soles azules, verdes remolinos, picos de luz que abren astros como granadas,tornasol…
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I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,And did he stop and speak to you?And did you speak to him again?How strange it seems, and new? II But you were…
I Here’s the mould of a musical bird long passed from light,Which over the earth before man came was winging;There’s a contralto voice I heard last night,That lodges with me…
If, with the literate, I amImpelled to try an epigram,I never seek to take the credit;We all assume that Oscar said it.
“How shall I be a poet?How shall I write in rhyme?You told me once the very wishPartook of the sublime:Then tell me how. Don’t put me offWith your ‘another time’.”…
May I join you in the doghouse, Rover?I wish to retire till the party’s over.Since three o’clock I’ve done my bestTo entertain each tiny guest. My conscience now I’ve left…
‘Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s,Lucy’s, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;The sun is spent, and now his flasksSend forth light squibs, no constant rays;The world’s whole…
January cold desolate;February all dripping wet;March wind ranges;April changes;Birds sing in tuneTo flowers of May,And sunny JuneBrings longest day;In scorched JulyThe storm-clouds flyLightning torn;August bears corn,September fruit;In rough OctoberEarth must…
Wheer ‘asta bean saw long and mea liggin’ ‘ere aloan?Noorse? thoort nowt o’ a noorse: whoy, Doctor’s abean an’ agoan;Says that I moant ‘a naw moor aale; but I beant…
Butterflies are white and blueIn this field we wander through.Suffer me to take your hand.Death comes in a day or two. All the things we ever knewWill be ashes in…
I Not once in all our days of poignant love, Did I a single instant give to thee My undivided being wholly free. Not all thy potent passion could remove…
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,And shall my soul that lies within your handRemember nothing, as the blowing sandForgets the palm where long blue shadows creepWhen winds along…
Virtue runs before the museAnd defies her skill,She is rapt, and doth refuseTo wait a painter’s will. Star-adoring, occupied,Virtue cannot bend her,Just to please a poet’s pride,To parade her splendor.…
This is a spray the Bird clung to,Making it blossom with pleasure,Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,Fit for her nest and her treasure.Oh, what a hope beyond measureWas the…
El azul estaba inmovilizado entre el rojo y el *****.El viento iba y venia por la pagina del llano,encendia pequenas fogatas, se revolcaba en la ceniza,salia con la cara tiznada…
Wintertime nighs;But my bereavement-painIt cannot bring again:Twice no one dies. Flower-petals flee;But since it once hath been,No more that severing sceneCan harrow me. Birds faint in dread:I shall not lose…
I shall tread, another year, Ways I walked with Grief,Past the dry, ungarnered ear And the brittle leaf. I shall stand, a year apart, Wondering, and shy,Thinking, “Here she broke her heart; Here…
All in the golden afternoonFull leisurely we glide;For both our oars, with little skill,By little arms are plied,While little hands make vain pretenceOur wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In…
Once upon a time there was an Italian,And some people thought he was a rapscallion,But he wasn’t offended,Because other people thought he was splendid,And he said the world was round,And…
‘Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s,;;;; Lucy’s, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;;;;;;;;; The sun is spent, and now his flasks;;;;;;;; Send forth light squibs, no constant…
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east: Shine, be increased;O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west: Wane, be at rest.
For the dim regions whence my fathers came My spirit, bondaged by the body, longs. Words felt, but never heard, my lips would frame; My soul would sing forgotten jungle…
Ring Out, Wild Bells by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light;The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells,…
Oh, I am grown so free from care Since my heart broke!I set my throat against the air, I laugh at simple folk! There’s little kind and little fair Is worth its weight…
