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| 1791. | And like a Dying Lady, Lean and Pale by Percy Bysshe Shelley | | And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of h... |
| 1792. | Poetical Essay by Percy Bysshe Shelley | | Extract from Poetical Essay by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Millions to fight compell'd, to fight or die
In mangled heaps on War's red altar lie . . .
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| 1793. | City That Does Not Sleep by Federico Garcia Lorca | | In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguan... |
| 1794. | The Weeping by Federico Garcia Lorca | | I have shut my windows.
I do not want to hear the weeping.
But from behind the grey walls.
Nothing is heard but the weeping.
There are few angel... |
| 1795. | Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint by Federico Garcia Lorca | | Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.
I am afraid o... |
| 1796. | Weeping by Federico Garcia Lorca | | Weeping,
I go down the street
Grotesque, without solution
With the sadness of Cyrano
And Quixote.
Redeeming
Infinite impossiblities
With the ... |
| 1797. | The Gypsy and the Wind by Federico Garcia Lorca | | Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes
along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.
The starless silence, fleeing
from her rhythmic tambo... |
| 1798. | Preciosa Y El Aire by Federico Garcia Lorca | | Su luna de pergamino
Preciosa tocando viene
por un anfibio sendero
de cristales y laureles.
El silencio sin estrellas,
huyendo del sonsonete,
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| 1799. | Paisaje by Federico Garcia Lorca | | El campo
de olivos
se abre y se cierra
como un abanico.
Sobre el olivar
hay un cielo hundido
y una lluvia oscura
de luceros frŠ½os.
Tiembla ju... |
| 1800. | Landscape of a Vomiting Multitude by Federico Garcia Lorca | | The fat lady came out first,
tearing out roots and moistening drumskins.
The fat lady
who turns dying octopuses inside out.
The fat lady, the moon... |
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