But day by day the music of Tamoszius' violin became more passionate and heartbreaking; and Marija would sit with her hands clasped and her cheeks wet and all her body atremble
, hearing in the wailing melodies the voices of the unborn generations which cried out in her for life.
12) Connie and Piedade watch as ships arrive, bearing "crew and passengers, lost and saved, atremble
, for they have been disconsolate for some time" (318).
Suddenly an explosive boom set the ground atremble
The suspension handles pits in the road just fine, but a bridge joint sets the car atremble
When the big dog barks There are exuberances of caution, All leaves on nearby trees atremble
, Birds' fear feathering, a dance Of distant storm fronts, blast Of limbs and trunks Of falling towers of beech And elm, of ash and gum, Cherry and flowering dogwood, All the whites of eyes blued By a torturous afternoon sky, Such independence, such Slaughter, overstatement, Exaggeration, hyperbole, Language all atwist, words Crackling like fallen cable And wire, words scattered All over the rigid air, Texts and terminations, All memories rendered Into prose without repose Or reposition, this whirl, This chaos of order, Of unheeded command, Better, we say, to have Let that dog lie but, We know, the truth will out, And so it will stay, or go.
His powerful tenor voice was immediately brought to the fore, setting the venue atremble
These youngsters, outsiders, freaks of the shanty towns, silent and bowed, hands atremble
with secret messages, codes of the new dance, moon-feverish.
The dehydrated tongue shot in and out lizardlike, moistening the thin lips, two front teeth prominent, ball of malt atremble
For a sixth sense as boon of my intent I lie in dawns great faculty, Jean Calais, an honorable home, queen of my wit with arms atremble
, indecent comment charming no one, detoured in this testament in sum so you can know the difficulty of others just quarreling with my poem.
My heart skipped a beat: an old worn-out man with children and grandchildren, atremble
with the hope of going to a country which hitherto he would not have been able to find on the map, there only to beg his way through and again be a stranger and purposeless
by entering an author's name the way it's spoken (i.
Grace to be born and live as variously as possible White boats green banks black dust atremble
Massive as Anne's thighs upon the page I rage in a blue shirt at a brown desk in a Bright room sustained by a bellyful of pills "The Poems" is not a dream for all things come to them Gratuitously In quick New York we imagine the blue Charles Patsy awakens in heat and ready to squabble No poems she demands in a blanket command belly To hot belly we have laid serenely white Only my sweating pores are true in the empty night Baffling combustions are everywhere