Treasure Island

Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Poems of Robert Louis Stevenson

181. The Sun Travels 1/3/2003
182. The Swing 1/3/2003
183. The Unseen Playmate 1/3/2003
184. The Vagabond 1/3/2003
185. The Vanquished Knight 12/31/2002
186. The Wind 1/3/2003
187. The Wind Blew Shrill And Smart 12/31/2002
188. The Wind Is Without There And Howls In The Trees 12/31/2002
189. This Gloomy Northern Day 12/31/2002
190. Thou Strainest Through The Mountain Fern 12/31/2002
191. Though Deep Indifference Should Drowse 12/31/2002
192. Time to Rise 1/3/2003
193. To Alison Cunningham, From Her Boy 3/30/2010
194. To All That Love The Far And Blue 12/31/2002
195. To Any Reader 1/3/2003
196. To Auntie 1/3/2003
197. To Charles Baxter 12/31/2002
198. To Friends At Home 12/31/2002
199. To Madame Garschine 12/31/2002
200. To Marcus 12/31/2002

In Lupum

BEYOND the gates thou gav'st a field to till;
I have a larger on my window-sill.
A farm, d'ye say? Is this a farm to you,
Where for all woods I spay one tuft of rue,
And that so rusty, and so small a thing,
One shrill cicada hides it with a wing;
Where one cucumber covers all the plain;
And where one serpent rings himself in vain
To enter wholly; and a single snail

[Hata Bildir]