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Delmira Agustini Poems

  • Al Claro De Luna (in The Light Of The Moon)
    Spanish


    La luna es pálida y triste, la luna es exangüe y yerta. ...
  • El Nudo (the Knot )
    Spanish

    Su idilio fue una larga sonrisa a cuatro labios...
    En el regazo cálido de rubia primavera ...
  • El Poeta Leva El Ancla
    Spanish

    El ancla de oro canta...la vela azul asciende
    Como el ala de un sueño abierta al nuevo día. ...
  • Inextinguibles (immutable)
    Spanish

    ¡Oh, tú que duermes tan hondo que no despiertas!
    Milagrosas de vivas, milagrosas de muertas, ...
  • Mi Musa Triste
    Spanish

    Vagos preludios. En la noche espléndida
    Su voz de perlas una fuente calla, ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Delmira Agustini

Night 9 Soul 6 Life 5 Flower 5 Dream 4 I Love You 4 Cold 4 Blue 4 Son 4 Mouth 4


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Bonesivybreath: and i bless the night sobbing and dark that in my life your fresh mouth bloomed. ― delmira agustini, the intruder (tr. alejandro cáceres)
Bonesivybreath: let us go farther away into the night, let us go where no echo can rebound in me, like a nocturnal flower there in the shadow i shall softly open for you. — delmira agustini, intimate (tr. alejandro cáceres)
Bonesivybreath: let us go farther away into the night, let us go where no echo can rebound in me, like a nocturnal flower there in the shadow i shall softly open for you. — delmira agustini, intimate (tr. alejandro cáceres)
Bonesivybreath: and i bless the night sobbing and dark that in my life your fresh mouth bloomed. ― delmira agustini, the intruder (tr. alejandro cáceres)
Bonesivybreath: and i bless the night sobbing and dark that in my life your fresh mouth bloomed. ― delmira agustini, the intruder (tr. alejandro cáceres)
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We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.

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