Wiersze

• Ode to a Nightingale
  John Keats
  I My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock...

• Partial Moons
  Serj Tankian
  Wordy mornings and musical afternoons. Worldly yearnings and celestical partial moons. An illustrated journey from your...

• [ANG] The Emperor of Ice-Cream
  Wallace Stevens
  Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups...

• Night
  William Blake
  THE sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent...