A Song for My FatherPeterloo Poets, 1989 - 61 páginas |
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... walked along the Neva by sombre gardens with covered statues sat talking on our seat by the Fontanka canal and her words still follow like sad eyes keeping me late for everything Tsvetayeva too both present and far away makes me ...
... walked along the Neva by sombre gardens with covered statues sat talking on our seat by the Fontanka canal and her words still follow like sad eyes keeping me late for everything Tsvetayeva too both present and far away makes me ...
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... walked out the door the leather jacket the black western hair taken for granted with that precise diffident point of view the shy half laugh only this time just gone you will never slip back join us in a corner and produce when the mood ...
... walked out the door the leather jacket the black western hair taken for granted with that precise diffident point of view the shy half laugh only this time just gone you will never slip back join us in a corner and produce when the mood ...
Términos y frases comunes
afternoon American Wake androg Athlone back from Mullingar Benjamin blood bread CHILE Cornamagh Country-and-Irish couple of weekends death DESMOND EGAN Ding ding dong dole herm door Dormez EGAN A SONG einszwei einszwei empty Euainetos eyes face father fingers folded Frère Jacques glass glaury sticky grave Goldsmith gone gaunt hands head heart HIROSHIMA home job hope interpreted world Irish ISBN jobbb John McCormack KAVANAGH PRESS KILBEGGAN laugh Libya light lives look m'fhear memory mercy Christ mercy Lord mercy the poet MOLOISE month's mind Mother Russia moving never Newbridge Padraic Pearse paper cranes paperbag Patrick Kavanagh PETERLOO POETS phonecalls pissoff poem poetry polyp queues repente road Romano I salute Samuel Beckett Sé mo laoch shoppers Sicily silence sing SKYLARK smog someone Sonnez les matines soul streets talking Tarkovsky tristeza turned valiant necessary wanderer waiting walked wall weekends afterwards whistle widow woman asked window words youth