Wiersze

• TRUPY Z KAWIOREM
  Bruno Jasieński
  p. Jance Grudzińskiej Pani palce są chłodne i pachną, jak opium, Takie małe półtrupki anemiczne...

• The Sleeper
  Edgar Allan Poe
  At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor,...

• T. S. Eliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
  Thomas Stearns Eliot
  Sio credesse chc mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa Gamma staria...

• A BROOK IN THE CITY
  Robert Frost
  The firm house lingers, though averse to square With the new city street...

• HOME BURIAL
  Robert Frost
  He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting...

• Compassion
  Serj Tankian
  One can only change his/her view Of a situation in life by death Death...

• [ANG] The River of Rivers in Connecticut
  Wallace Stevens
  There is a great river this side of Stygia Before one comes to the first black...