"Last Night As I Was Sleeping" by Antonio Machado
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?
Last night
FUNERAL BLUES
by W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the
by Catallus
I will fuck you in the ass and in the mouth,
Aurelius you sodomised ass pony
And Furius, cock-sucking little pervert,
Who think me, from my little verses
Which are sensual, to be far too wanton.
For it is proper for a poet to be
Pure, pious and unsullied by naughtiness
Himself. The same need not be true of his verse.
My verses, in short,
Demon by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
In bygone days when life's array -
The sweet song of the nightingale
And maidens' eyes, the rustling woods -
Still left a fresh impression on me,
When loftiness of feeling,
And freedom, glory, love
Artistic inspiration
So deeply stirred my blood,
My times of hope were cast in
Demon by [url=http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Pushkin]Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
In bygone days when life's array -
The sweet song of the nightingale
And maidens' eyes, the rustling woods -
Still left a fresh impression on me,
When loftiness of feeling,
And freedom, glory, love
Artistic inspiration
So deeply