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когда-нибудь тихий, словно футуристический пастух,
закутавшись в солому и сорняки, ты следил
за миграцией летучих семян?
в дни между переездами хорошо лежа наблюдать —

All are limitory, but each has her ownnuance of damage
The elite can dress and decent themselves, are ambulant with a single stick, adroitto read a book all through, or play the slow movements of easy sonatas
(Yet, perhaps their verycarn...

Sharded in black, like beetles,
Frail as antique
One breath might shiver to bits,
The old women creep out

Home from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet -Home, golden-headed playmate, ere the sun is set;
For the dews are falling
And the night has come at last
Home with you, home and lay your little head at rest,

Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom

How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays
While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays
That sun surveys a lovely scene From softly smiling skies;
And wildly through unnumbered trees The wind of winte...

Canto
My childhood’s home I see again,    And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,    There’s pleasure in it too
O Memory

W'en I was young boy on de farm, dat 's twenty year ago I have wan frien' he 's leev near me, call Jean Bateese Trudeau An offen w'en we are alone, we lak for spik about De tam w'en we was come beeg man, wit' moustache on our mout'
Bateese is...

Curtains drawn back, the door ajar
All winter long, it seemed, a darkening Began
But now the moonlight and the odors of the street Conspire and combine toward one community
These are the rooms of Robinson

In the city set upon slime and loam They cry in their parliament 'Who goes home
' And there comes no answer in arch or dome, For none in the city of graves goes home
Yet these shall perish and understand, For God has pity on this great l...

I
VE tasted each varied pleasure,    And drunk of the cup of delight;
I have danced to the gayest measure    In the halls of dazzling light
I have dwelt in a blaze of splendour,    And stood in the courts of kings;

For Maia and Julie)                        Drifting night in the Georgia pines,                        coonskin drum and jubilee banjo
Pretty Malinda, dance with me
Night is juba, night is congo
Pretty Malinda, dance with me