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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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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
 by Andrew Lang

Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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