Poem
By Magda Portal
Translated By Kathleen Weaver
I'm a sea since I could never have been a river
An unchanneled sea
of green merriments
and solitary depths…
An unchanneled sea
of green merriments
and solitary depths…
Category
The Mind
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Hide your double birthright well—
You, that are the brat of Heaven
And … - PoemBy Countee CullenWhat if you come
Again and swell
The throat of some
Mute bird;
How shall I tell?
How shall I know.
That it is so,
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I often get the impression of living between two courses or two times.
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The fantastic fabrics of the mind.
There was a time
When I lived my life
Based… - PoemBy H.D.O, do not bring snow-water
but fresh snow;
I would be bathed with stars,
new fallen from heaven,
one with… - PoemBy Afrizal MalnaTranslated By Daniel OwenDecember is a straight ruler, very straight,
and broken in its straightness. A break
hidden in its fracture, a break that
sees silence from its fracture.
And wind, and what groans below a ruler,
and speaking, and tomorrow—January—January—will
come along a past path. A path that... - PoemBy Afrizal MalnaTranslated By Daniel OwenDesember adalah penggaris yang lurus, lurus sekali,
dan putus dalam kelurusannya. Putus yang
tersembunyi dalam patahannya sendiri, putus yang
melihat kesunyian dari patahannya sendiri.
Dan angin, dan yang mengerang di bawah penggaris,
dan berkata, dan besok—Januari—Januari—akan
datang melalui jalur yang lalu. Jalur dengan bau
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so that it and the rock are indistinguishable
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south of the perfect ruler’s pink and prisoned paradisethere is a climate paying no attention to us where cranes
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I speak for the snail.
speak of underneathedness
and the welcome of mosses,
of life that springs up,
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Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the … - PoemBy Emily DickinsonI'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Dont tell! they'd banish… - PoemBy Irina RatushinskayaI know it won't be received
Or sent. The page will be
In shreds as soon as I have scribbled it.
Later. … - PoemBy Thomas Warton the youngerBeneath yon ruin'd abbey's moss-grown pilesOft let me sit, at twilight hour of eve,Where thro' some …
- PoemBy Zach CzaiaOpen your mouth. Your tongue,
put it out. Let it wait.
Let it wait till it is
dry and cool. Let it wait… - PoemBy Adrian Matejkabecause of want & tumble?
Because of word crumbles in the kitchen’s halogen?
No. Separate bedrooms for…