I.
Heart of my heart, the world is young;
I am a native of the land of Erin, and lately banished from that lovely shore;
Here fix the tablet. This must be the place
Where our Columbus of the South did land.
Now, my worthy friend, find out if you can,
The vessel's dimensions, and comfort the man!
Billy rode on a pinto horse
Billy the Kid I mean
Ma pauvre muse, hélas! qu'as-tu donc ce matin? Tes yeux creux sont peuplés de visions nocturnes,
The wind pushed the sun
behind the moon
Since it befell, with work and strife
I had not time to live my life
My enemy came nigh,
And I
Constantly near you, I never in my entire
sixty-four years knew you so well as yesterday
The Snowdrop Girl in fields of snowdrops walks, Whiter than foam, deeper than waters flowing,
Sharded in black, like beetles,
Frail as antique earthenwear
What is the space between, enclosing us in one
There are in life such hard blows . . . I don't know!
Blows seemingly from God's wrath; as if before them
The little house is not too small
To shelter friends who come to call.
You've read the story of Jesse James
of how he lived and died.
Que yo me cago en la madre tierra que
te parió
For my people everywhere singing their slave songs
In the place of business lunches
where a dull sun rises to blind your
It is dangerous for a woman to defy the gods; To taunt them with the tongue's thin tip,
I touch hatred like a covered breast;
I without stopping go from garment to garment,
O pupils of Gaza . . .
Teach us . . .
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
Spring Garden wears a welfare coat --
in the summer . . .
"It seems to me," said Booker T., "It shows a mighty lot of cheek
I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days--
The East receives my songs, some praise, some curse
To each of them my gratitude I bear
El sábado por la noche
la selva de cemento está
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