[ANG] Peter Quince at the Clavier
I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, […]
I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, […]
One’s grand flights, one’s Sunday baths, One’s tootings at the weddings of the soul Occur as they occur. So bluish […]
The time of year has grown indifferent. Mildew of summer and the deepening snow Are both alike in the routine […]
Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges, Into twenty villages, Or one man […]
The light is like a spider. It crawls over the water. It crawls over the edges of the snow. It […]
As the immense dew of Florida Brings forth The big-finned palm And green vine angering for life, As the immense […]
The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die– The broken cartwheel on […]
My candle burned alone in an immense valley. Beams of the huge night converged upon it, Until the wind blew. […]
I Stary człowiek siedzi W cieniu sosny W chinach Widzi ostróżkę Biało-niebieską Na granicy cienia, Która porusza się na wietrze […]
The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, […]
Although you sit in a room that is gray, Except for the silver Of the straw-paper, And pick At your […]
At the earliest ending of winter, In March, a scrawny cry from outside Seemed like a sound in his mind. […]
Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan Of tan with henna hackles, halt! Damned universal cock, as if the sun Was […]
At night, by the fire, The colors of the bushes And of the fallen leaves, Repeating themselves, Turned in the […]
Moja świeczka płonęła w wielkiej dolinie promienie ogromnej nocy skupiały się na niej aż powiał wiatr wtedy promienie ogromnej nocy […]