#English
Let me tell you a little story About Miss Edith Gee; She lived in Clevedon Terrace At number 83. She’d a slight squint in her left…
Deftly, admiral, cast your fly Into the slow deep hover, Till the wise old trout mistake an… Salt are the deeps that cover The glittering fleets you led,
All are limitory, but each has her… nuance of damage. The elite can d… are ambulant with a single stick,… to read a book all through, or pla… easy sonatas. (Yet, perhaps their…
Sir, no man’s enemy, forgiving all But will his negative inversion, b… Send to us power and light, a sove… Curing the intolerable neural itch… The exhaustion of weaning, the lia…
Base words are uttered only by the… And can for such at once be unders… But noble platitudes:—ah, there’s… Where the most careful scrutiny is… To tell a voice that’s genuinely g…
When shall we learn, what should b… We cannot choose what we are free… Although the mouse we banished yes… Is an enraged rhinoceros today, Our value is more threatened than…
Underneath an abject willow, Lover, sulk no more: Act from thought should quickly fo… What is thinking for? Your unique and moping station
I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade:
You are the town and we are the cl… We are the guardians of the gate i… The Two. On your left and on your right In the day and in the night,
About suffering they were never wr… The Old Masters; how well, they u… Its human position; how it takes p… While someone else is eating or op… How, when the aged are reverently,…
Nobody I know would like to be bu… with a silver cocktail-shaker, a transistor radio and a strangled daily help, or keep his word becau… of a great-great-grandmother who g…
They wondered why the fruit had be… It taught them nothing new. They… But did not listen much when they… They knew exactly what to do outsi… They left. Immediately the memory…
A cloudless night like this Can set the spirit soaring: After a tiring day The clockwork spectacle is Impressive in a slightly boring
Some say love’s a little boy, And some say it’s a bird, Some say it makes the world go aro… Some say that’s absurd, And when I asked the man next—doo…
Perfectly happy now, he looked at… An exile making watches glanced up… And went on working; where a hospi… A joiner touched his cap; an agent… Some of the trees he’d planted wer…