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O, to have a little house! To own the hearth and stool and al… The heaped up sods against the fir… The pile of turf against the wall! To have a clock with weights and c…
I AM sitting here Since the moon rose in the night, Kindling a fire, And striving to keep it alight; The folk of the house are lying
THERE is an hour, they say, On which your dream has power: Then all you wish for comes, As comes the lost field-bird Down to the island-lights;
IN broad daylight He should not be: Yet toward and froward, Froward and toward He weaves a flight.
I. CONDORS FLYING WE watched the Condors winging to… A Moon that glimmered in the blue… Around us were the Andes, and bey… Andes, the Ocean, empty like the…
ON the third day from this (Saint… I will be where no wind that fille… Has ever been, and it blew high or… For from this home-creek, from thi… I shall put forth: make ready, you…
FOUL-FEATHERED and scald-nec… They sit in evil state; Raw marks upon their breasts As on men’s wearing chains. Impure, though they may plunge
THE Wild Ass lounges, legs struc… In vagrom unconcern: The tombs o Achaemenian kings Are for those hooves to spurn. And all of rugged Tartary
‘THE blackbird’s in the briar, The seagull’s on the ground– They are nests, and they’re more t… ‘They are tokens I have found. There, where the rain-dashed briar
I. THE PARROT AND THE F… MY Afghan poet-friend With this made his message end, ‘The scroll around my wall shows t… The parrot and falcon they
THE birds that soar break space Like heavy bodies hurled! Not so the birds of night They move as in a sphere On which they touch always
IT was pure indeed, The air we breathed in, the light… I and my brother, when we played t… Or piped to one another; then ther… Two young lads of an age with one…
ERE Beowulf’s song Was heard from the ships, Ere Roland had set The horn to his lips: In Ogham strokes
GREEN wings and yellow breasts o… That turn their heads and stare, And a red streamer tail! They come from Yucatan Where priests with clownish hats,…