Classical Poems
| Title | Poet |
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¡Amame, Ingrata!
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by Gregorio Gutiérrez González on 9/17/2012 |
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¡Gumigiliw!
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by Patricio Geronimo Mariano on 6/11/2012 |
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¡Miserere!
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by Gregorio Gutiérrez González on 9/17/2012 |
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¡Paalam!
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by Patricio Geronimo Mariano on 6/11/2012 |
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¡Pangarap!
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by Patricio Geronimo Mariano on 6/11/2012 |
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¡Torres de Dios Poetas! (With English Translation)
Torres de Dios Poetas!
Pararrayos celestes, |
by Ruben Dario on 8/31/2010 |
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¿Habla Usted Español?
¿Habla Usted Español?
The Spanish expression Cuando yo era muchacho |
by James Reiss on 4/2/2012 |
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¿Por Qué No Canto?
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by Gregorio Gutiérrez González on 9/17/2012 |
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¿Que Sera Lo Que Espero?
Tus otoños me arrullan
en coro de quimeras obstinadas; |
by Ramon Lopez Velarde on 9/6/2010 |
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¿Qué tengo yo que mi amistad procuras?
¿Qué tengo yo que mi amistad procuras?
¿Qué interés se te sigue, Jesús mío |
by Lope de Vega on 11/25/2011 |
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‘A worm fed on the heart of Corinth'
A worm fed on the heart of Corinth,
Babylon and Rome: |
by Isaac Rosenberg on 4/12/2010 |
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‘And ask ye why these sad tears stream?’
'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'
‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’ |
by Alfred Lord Tennyson on 1/1/2004 |
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‘Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon,’
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, |
by Pablo Neruda on 3/22/2010 |
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‘February. Take ink and weep,’
February. Take ink and weep,
write February as you’re sobbing, |
by Boris Pasternak on 4/3/2010 |
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‘He came unto His own, and His own received Him not’
As Christ the Lord was passing by,
He came, one night, to a cottage door. |
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge on 1/1/2004 |
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‘In the wave-strike over unquiet stones’
In the wave-strike over unquiet stones
the brightness bursts and bears the rose |
by Pablo Neruda on 3/22/2010 |
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‘Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,’
Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,
the sleepy garden’s beetles flowing. |
by Boris Pasternak on 4/3/2010 |
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‘March days return with their covert light’
March days return with their covert light,
and huge fish swim through the sky, |
by Pablo Neruda on 3/22/2010 |
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‘My sister – Life’s overflowing today’
My sister – Life’s overflowing today,
spring rain shattering itself like glass, |
by Boris Pasternak on 4/3/2010 |
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‘Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.’
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light |
by Pablo Neruda on 3/22/2010 |
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‘Phasellus Ille’
1 his papier-mâché, which you see, my friends,
Saith 'twas the worthiest of editors. |
by Ezra Pound on 4/1/2010 |
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‘She Looks Into Me…’
She looks into me
The unknowing heart |
by Paul Eluard on 4/7/2010 |
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‘You Rise the Water Unfolds’
You rise the water unfolds
You sleep the water flowers |
by Paul Eluard on 4/7/2010 |
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’Scaped
Once, I knew a fine song,
- It is true, believe me - |
by Stephen Crane on 4/2/2010 |
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“©”
Albeit my god-given property rights
extend no further than the offices of Lord Fogg, |
by Chris Edwards on 5/4/2012 |