Argomento: English poems

Charles Bukowski The escape

escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly…

Leonard Cohen Suzanne [EN]

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river, you can hear the boats go by you can stay…

Charles Bukowski Nirvana [EN]

not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man […]

Leonard Cohen Elegy

Do not look for him In brittle mountain streams: They are too cold for any god; And do not examine…

Mark Strand The guardian

The sun setting. The lawns on fire. The lost day, the lost light. Why do I love what fades? […]

W.H. Auden As I Walked Out One Evening

As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat.…

Allen Ginsberg America

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January17, 1956. I can’t stand…

John Keats The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm…

Elizabeth Jennings Sequence in Hospital

I Pain At my wits’ end And all resources gone, I lay here, All of my body tense to the…

Pablo Neruda If I die

If I die, survive me with such pure force that you awake the fury of the pale and the cold.…

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