Inspirations

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1. Alone From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not […]...
2. LOST IN HEAVEN The clouds, the source of rain, one stormy night Offered an opening to the source of dew; Which I accepted […]...
3. To A Skylark (eng.) Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In […]...
4. Misunderstood Rose Misunderstood Rose I can feel you far away, Your hesitation matching mine, Sadness left as residue of uncompromising love. Betwenn […]...
5. Cradle Song Cradle Song I Lord Gabriel, wilt thou not rejoice When at last a little boy’s Cheek lies heavy as a […]...
6. An asphodel O dear sweet rosy Unattainable desire …How sad, no way To change The mad Cultivated asphodel, The Visible reality… And […]...
7. On The Grasshopper And Cricket The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in […]...
8. [ANG] Disillusionment of Ten O’Clock The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, […]...
9. Storm At Night Storm At NightOh, how aquarium-still, how brooding-warm This paradise! How peacefully in the womb Of war itself, and at the […]...
10. Misplaced Love Misplaced LoveRed wine that slowly leaned and brimmed the shell Of pearl, where lips had touched, as light and swift […]...
11. Ode to the West Wind I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, […]...
12. Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden lived whom you […]...
13. PUTTING IN THE SEED You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see If I can […]...
14. Vita Nuova I stood by the unvintageable sea Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray; The long red fires […]...
15. The Prisoner S Till let my tyrants know, I am not doom’d to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; […]...
16. For Annie Thank Heaven! the crisis- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last- And the fever called […]...
17. The dream A Dream I DREAMED that I ws dead and crossed the heavens,– Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,– […]...
18. To the Muses WHETHER on Ida’s shady brow Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the Sun, that now From […]...
19. Autobusy zapłakane deszczem Łezka do łezki Aż będę niebieski W smutnym kolorze blue Jak chłodny jedwab Pustego nieba Zaśpiewa Kolor blue Autobusy zapłakane […]...
20. Holy Week at Genoa I wandered through Scoglietto’s far retreat, The oranges on each o’erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame […]...
21. She walks in Beauty SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that ‚s best of dark […]...
22. Italia Italia! thou art fallen, though with sheen Of battle-spears thy clamorous armies stride From the north Alps to the Sicilian […]...
23. The City In The Sea Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Wherethe […]...
24. Perils of the Small Hours Perils of the Small HoursWhen life burns low as the fire in the grate And all the evening’s books are […]...
25. [ANG] Sunday Morning 1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a […]...
26. CONSECRATION When by an edict of the sovereign powers the Poet enters this indifferent world, his mother, spurred to blasphemy by […]...
27. Night THE sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest. And I […]...
28. Doubt Doubt They bade me cast the thing away, They pointed to my hands all bleeding, They listened not to all […]...
29. The Colossus I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from […]...
30. Complaint Of A Poet Manqué Complaint Of A Poet ManquéWe judge by appearance merely: If I can’t think strangely, I can at least look queerly. […]...
31. The Enchanted Sheepfold The hills far-off were blue, blue, The hills at hand were brown; And all the herd-bells called to me As […]...
32. T. S. Eliot – A Cooking Egg En l’an trentiesme de mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j’ay beucs… Pipit sate upright in her chair Some distance […]...
33. In a Station of the Metro In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. […]...
34. Sympathy SympathyThe irony of being two…! Grey eyes, wide open suddenly, Regard me and enquire; I see a face Grave and […]...
35. The Nightingale unheard The Nightingale unheard Yes, Nightingale, through all the summer-time We followed on, from moon to golden moon; From where Salerno […]...
36. ON LOOKING UP BY CHANCE AT THE CONSTELLATIONS You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the […]...
37. All for love O talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of […]...
38. Daddy You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot […]...
39. The Tyger (Tygrys) WILLIAM BLAKE (1757-1827) The Tyger Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye […]...
40. (ANG) Like Decorations in the nigger cemetery I In the far South the sun of autumn is passing Like Walt Whitman walking along a ruddy shore. He […]...