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White stone upon stone,
turret opposite turret,
tower with a narrow front
that peaks through the ivy,
a castle that looks at the sky
like one looking for a dream,
solitude still and quiet
that...
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Yes, many castles I have built of sand
With shells and wood, the gifts the waves have thrown,
Each strong and fast against the sea at hand
But in the night the sea reclaims its own.
And many...
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Those kids
who won the race or
counting prize
with blocks built walls
the higher to knock down.
But I,
with cast off pieces,
could devise split-level homes
to fill a sprawling town.
No...
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lxix
When they approached they knocked upon the gate.
The agèd Porter asked, "Who are you two
Who dare to call on us. You know it's late."
Etain cried out, "We'll sing and play for...
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They halted near a river. Orfeo
Observed an agèd boatman. "Will you row
Me to the other side?" he kindly asked.
"What? Ferry you across? Fool! don't you know
Those shiny waves give no...
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iv
The land was poor. She little knew of seeds.
Yet she was just and everyone ate bread.
One morning on the shore amid the reeds
She found a body lying almost dead!
A man it was! She...
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Armenian musical of beautiful poem written and performed by Shushan Petrosyan, and other Armenian singers.
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