CLASSIC POETRY

When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed

    When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d,And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring;Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west,And thought of...Read More »

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What lips

What lips  What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,I have forgotten, and what arms have lainUnder my head till morning; but the rainIs full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sighUpon the glass and listen for reply,And in my heart there stirs a quiet painFor unremembered lads that...Read More »

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Acquainted with the Night

                                    Acquainted with the Night I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.I have passed by the watchman on his beatAnd dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. I have stood...Read More »

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Innocence

    Innocence They laughed at one I loved-The triangular hill that hungUnder the Big Forth. They saidThat I was bounded by the whitethorn hedgesOf the little farm and did not know the world.But I knew that love’s doorway to lifeIs the same doorway everywhere.Ashamed of what I lovedI flung her from me...Read More »

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Laocoön

    LaocoönI was undoubtedly once upon a time an archaic statue; I remember that I smiled but not why. I walked up King’s Street and laughed, just out of college. This was without cause or perhaps only because I was early. I remember that I held a pair of reins which...Read More »

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Apegado a mí

    Apegado a mí Velloncito de mi carne,que en mi entraña yo tejí,velloncito friolento,¡duérmete apegado a mí! La perdiz duerme en el trébolescuchándole latir:no te turben mis alientos,¡duérmete apegado a mí! Hierbecita temblorosaasombrada de vivir,no te sueltes de mi pecho:¡duérmete apegado a mí! Yo que todo lo he perdidoahora tiemblo de dormir.No resbales de mi...Read More »

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Les mains...

    Les mains Donne-moi tes mains pour l’inquiétudeDonne-moi tes mains dont j’ai tant rêvéDont j’ai tant rêvé dans ma solitudeDonne-moi te mains que je sois sauvé Lorsque je les prends à mon pauvre piègeDe paume et de peur de hâte et d’émoiLorsque je les prends comme une eau de neigeQui fond de partout...Read More »

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La Lluvia

    La Lluvia No, que la reina no reconozca tu rostro, es más dulceasí, amor mío, lejos de las efigies, el peso de tu cabellera en mis manos, recuerdas el árbol de Mangareva cuyas flores caían   sobre tu pelo? Estos dedos no se parecen a los pétalos blancos: míralos, son como raíces,...Read More »

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My Star

  My Star         All, that I knowOf a certain starIs, it can throw(Like the angled spar)Now a dart of red,Now a dart of blueTill my friends have saidThey would fain see, too,My star that dartles the red and the blue!Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:They must...Read More »

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Love Sonnet

                                Si no fuera Si no fuera porque tus ojos tienen color de luna,de día con arcilla, con trabajo, con fuego,y aprisionada tienes la agilidad del aire,si no fuera porque eres una semana de ámbar,si no fuera porque eres el momento amarilloen que el otoño sube por las enredaderasy eres aún el...Read More »

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