I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great sheath, as who would say (in a dream), "I send you this, who left the blue veins of your throat…devamı
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O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, -- Nature's observatory -- whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem…devamı
Once more, then, we meet In the circles of yore; Let our song be as sweet In its wreaths as before, Who claims the first place In the tribute of song? The God to whose grace All our pleasures belong.…devamı
The natural fatness of these lime leaves!---- Pollarded green balls, the trees march to church. The voice of the priest, in thin air, Meets the corpse at the gate, Addressing it, while the hills roll the notes of the dead…devamı
See where the falling day In silence steals away Behind the western hills withdrawn: Her fires are quenched, her beauty fled, While blushes all her face o'erspread, As conscious she had ill fulfilled The promise of the dawn. Another morning…devamı
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by…devamı
ben senden ölürdüm oysa sen benim yaşamımdın sen benimle giderdin sen bende okurdun ben caddeleri başıboş dolaşırken sen benimle giderdin sen bende okurdun sen, ulu çınarlar ortasından sevdalı serçeleri pencerenin gün ışımasına çağırırdın gece yinelendiğinde gece bitmediğinde sen ulu çınarlar…devamı
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking at our delectable knocks, and I wore movies in my eyes, and you wore eggs in your tunnel, and we…devamı
Bugün kalbimi eski bir plak gibi öyle çok tersine çevirdim ki bazı şarkılar vardır cızırtılı bir yağmur gününü anlatır uzaklarda süren sarı yağmurluklu bir hayatı deniz bazen kendini kaldırımlara fırlatır o zaman bir yavru yengece bakan insanların şarkısı olurdu o…devamı
Your hand full of hours, you came to me – and I said: ‘Your hair is not brown.’ You lifted it, lightly, on to the balance of grief, it was heavier than I. They come to you on their ships,…devamı