Lament
CE, your little child is dead:
Peace,
I cannot weep with you;
I have no more tears to shed;
CE, your little child is dead:
Peace,
I cannot weep with you;
I have no more tears to shed;
Sleep and death, the dusky
Around this head swoop all night long;
Eternity’s icy
Would swallow the golden
To the memory of my
And now she has over her head brown clouds of rootsa slim lily of salt on the temples beads of sandwhile she sails on the bottle of a boat through foaming nebulasA mile beyond us where the river turnsvisible-invisible as t...
Listen, children: Your father is dead
From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants
There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan sh...
Now do our eyes behold The tidings which were told:
Twin fallen kings, twin perished hopes to mourn,
The slayer, the slain,
The entangled doom forlorn And ruinous end of twain
I heard the Poor Old Woman say:"At break of day the fowler came,
And took my blackbirds from their
Who loved me well thro' shame and blame No more from lovely
Their songs shall bless me mile by mile,
where we live the flowers of the clocks catch fire and the plumes encircle the brightness in the distant sulphur morning the cows lick the salt liliesmy sonmy sonlet us always shuffle through the colour of the worldwhich looks bluer than the subwa...
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Cogida and
At five in the afternoon
It was exactly five in the afternoon
By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,
Lonely from the beginning of time until now
Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn
I climb the towers and towers to watch out the barbarous land:
We in sorrow coldly witting,
In the bleak world sitting, sitting,
By the forest, near the mould,
Heard the summer calling, calling,