Amy Lowell The taxi When I am away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind Streets coming fast, one after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps …
Herman Melville The house-top: a night piece July, 1863 – The draft Riots No sleep. The sultriness pervades the air And binds the brain – a dense oppression, such As tawny tigers feel in matted shades, Vexing their blood and making apt for ravage/ Beneath the stars the roofy deserts …
Herman Melville The house-top: a night piece July, 1863 – The draft Riots No sleep. The sultriness pervades the air And binds the brain – a dense oppression, such As tawny tigers feel in matted shades, Vexing their blood and making apt for ravage/ Beneath the stars the roofy deserts …
אורן לאה גולדברג כאן לא אשמע את קול הקוקייה כאן לא יחבוש העץ מצנפת שלג אבל בצל האורנים האלה כל ילדותי שקמה לתחייה צלצול המחטים:היו-היה אקרא מולדת למרחב-השלג לקרח ירקרק כובל הפלג ללשון השיר בארץ נכרייה אולי רק ציפורי-מסע יודעות כשהן תלויות בין ארץ ושמיים את זה הכאב של שתי …
Heinrich Heine 1823 1. Ich weiss nicht, was soll es bedeuten, Dass ich so traurig bin, Ein Mmerchen aus uralten Zeiten, Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn. Die Luft ist kuhl und es dunkelt, Und ruhig fliesst der Rhein; Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt, Im Abendsonnenschein. 2. Die schonste …
Walt Whitman Crossing Brooklyn ferry 1 Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face! Clouds of the west – sun there half of hour high – I see you also face to face. Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me! …
Walt Whitman Crossing Brooklyn ferry 1 Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face! Clouds of the west – sun there half of hour high – I see you also face to face. Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me! …
9 Flow on, river! Flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide! Frolic on, crested and scallop-edg’d waves! Gorgeous clouds of the sunset! Drench with your splendor me, or the men and women generations after me! Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of passengers! Stand up, tall masts …
8 Ah, what can ever be more stately and admirable to me than mast-hemm’d Manhattan? River and sunset and scallop-edg’d waves of flood-tide? The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in the twilight, and the belated lighter? What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with …
8 Ah, what can ever be more stately and admirable to me than mast-hemm’d Manhattan? River and sunset and scallop-edg’d waves of flood-tide? The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in the twilight, and the belated lighter? What gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with …