(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon,Journey's jargon, how I in harsh daysHardship endured oft.Bitter b...
I would bathe myself in strangeness:These comforts heaped upon me, smother me!I burn, I scald so for the new,New friends, new faces,Places!Oh to be ou...
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O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, With the little bright boxespiled up neatly u...
The jewelled steps are already quite white with dew,It is so late that the dew soaks my gauze stockings,And I let down the crystal curtainAnd watch th...
Some may have blamed us that we cease to speakOf things we spoke of in our verses early,Saying: a lovely voice is such as such;Saying: that lady's...
As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, O my much prais...
It rests me to be among beautiful womenWhy should one always lie about such matters?I repeat:It rests me to converse with beautiful womenEven though w...
Blue mountains to the north of the walls,White river winding about them;Here we must make separationAnd go out through a thousand miles of dead grass....
Self-Portrait As MangoTarfia FaizullahShe says, Your English is great! How long have you been in our country?I say, Suck on a mango, bitch, since that...