Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But…
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares…
This clumsy living that moves lumbering as if in ropes through what is not done, reminds us of the awkward…
MY dear, my dear, I know More than another What makes your heart beat so; Not even your own mother…
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But…
What can I fashion for you but a woven creel of river- rashes, a golden oriole’s nest my gift wrought…
When will the stream be aweary of flowing Under my eye? When will the wind be aweary of blowing Over…
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l’automne Blessent mon coeur D’une langueur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l’heure,…
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn…
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is…