Portico Poems - Poems about Portico

...Song of the Highest Tower by Arthur Rimbaud translation by Michael R. Burch Let it come, let it come, The day when all hearts love as one. I’ve endured so long That I’d even forgotten The ......

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...My old house stood by a march surrounded by bushes and rushes. Thrown over it garbage and faeces sometimes,death rodents. Disgustful it's dwellers often came up on the portico of my house, I......

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...The old dilapidated mansion in the woods sometimes it beckoned me in lonely hours. I love to visit it in a fine weather sit on the stairs of its portico and ponder how it liked in its heyday......

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...CORINNA I come to sing of heroes' and heroines' courageous deeds.—Corinna translation by Michael R. Burch Mount Helicon, father of fair offspring, friend of the wayfarer, beloved of the Muses!—......

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...{"I convicted myself into a death sentence when it came to dote on, bear the witnesses because they saw me alleviate the tears nobody had reconciled or dared to wipe away; they simply did not. The ......

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... In summer, sluggish sense of sloth he gets, lazy time passes him by, he forgets. In hot kitchen he doesn’t go, keeps whipped eggs on portico. He snoozes in shade, sun cooks omelets......

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... A scarlet-throated hummingbird, betrayed, commences the annual rite of packing his nest, in response to whimsical winds' pirouette and the capricious moods of weather's ballet. Distant frie......

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... A red-throated hummingbird, betrayed, begins the annual rite of packing up his nest, in response to the mercurial spinning of winds, and the twisted temperaments of weather. Distant fr......

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...Some old wooden houses are deep, they have porticos, piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola. There rooms are arboreal they knot, curl and jut. A memory rocks me gently in its timbered embra......

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...A black cat with long hairy curved tail, an old lady brought me to her home, not a long time ago though, instantly overwhelmed me by her love and care. She pampered me as if I was her c......

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...Did you hear me call? I stood on the portico Repeatedly called your name, You had turned away Before I was calling you, You turned fast, walked away. I shall not call you -- You have brusq......

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...So storms the night wind through the vane Summoning the sounds of howling beasts Assailing all that stands above and tall Like chimney tops and stately green pines Will not reveal the source ......

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...A couple of ruins leave the cathedrals nave and portico; it is always molting season, mice and beetles help they nibble and gnaw, wind-laborer’s, labor, their whiplash backs bent, to lever sla......

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...A bout of sloth in summer this man gets, time on lazy clock inert mind forgets. In the kitchen he doesn’t go, keeps whipped eggs on portico, while he dozes sun flame makes omelettes....

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...Dream Weaver The weaver sits before the threshold of the daystar Upon a carpet dyed in ebony spread across an alabaster porch, Hidden by a cape of ivory shimmers, In between twilight’s cares......

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