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#Night

12 poems carrying this word

  1. 01 What did the Aztecs sing when What did the Aztecs sing when their dancing God was dying? They burned in the light, dropped mountains, drank rivers, w… MMXXVI
  2. 02 At night I wanted to drink water, but At night I wanted to drink water, but poured myself vodka, with expression I read out to the coffee grinder, what was s… MMXXV
  3. 03 I, blinking after I, blinking after you, Remembering that black Night, talk to myself – Talk nonsense. And I run flat out away. Somewhere… MMXXIV
  4. 04 The Professor. That's what they called him – A White Suit, The Professor. That's what they called him – A White Suit, A cheerful temper: Beer in the morning Evening – cognac. On… MMXXIV
  5. 05 I'm like a dead god, — truly out of nowhere, on the right – wretched, I'm like a dead god, — truly out of nowhere, on the right – wretched, on the left – like a dried barracuda. I don't see… MMXXIV
  6. 06 Those very white snows night after night soundlessly Those very white snows night after night soundlessly burned under the moon and remembered the cold of winter's antibodi… MMXXII
  7. 07 A rattlesnake's rattle Filled my hands with lead, Melancholy's favourite girlfriend, A rattlesnake's rattle Filled my hands with lead, Melancholy's favourite girlfriend, Because of her all day I keep sile… MMXXII
  8. 08 Smashing into constellations on the march, night is late for the visit. today it got a century older, Smashing into constellations on the march, night is late for the visit. today it got a century older, the pond round th… MMXXII
  9. 09 In the head, right at the bottom, They quietly registered me. Then I'll live in a dream, In the head, right at the bottom, They quietly registered me. Then I'll live in a dream, Since they drove me out of wak… MMXXII
  10. 10 And there I stand smoke-soaked, surplus And there I stand smoke-soaked, surplus on the shoulder of memory before the Almighty. Without a hint of smoke, having… MMXX
  11. 11 I am independent Beautiful and Clever High-mountain and rare grass! I am independent Beautiful and Clever High-mountain and rare grass! To find myself a pastime, A flight of thinking, an… MMXVII
  12. 12 Tucked inside the devil's coat, Under the ocean's moan Got me a sail down from the sky Tucked inside the devil's coat, Under the ocean's moan Got me a sail down from the sky Of night and stars The polar uni… MMXVII
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