Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
God calling us back to the gospel to the Christ turning from the world artificial rules, precepts limiting our freedom ...
The crushed rose gathered yet so much living yet resting on the sleeve of my jacket taken off for the ...
Divisions, difference, distinctions to separate, not of God's hands, human barriers invisible walls, of race, gender, of color, of culture ...
Barriers, limits, chaff, to be burned away, cast off artificial walls, failing to forgive, failing to love, failing to see ...
Yellow dust, a patina of pollen covering the cars below the ancient oak planted long before the city grew, the ...
Bereaved of all, I went abroad -- No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula -- The Grave preceded ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Across the floor flits the mechanical toy, fit for a king of several centuries back. A little circus horse with ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain; Never did Covent Garden boast So bright a batter'd, ...
This is the greatest thing in North America: Europe is the greatest thing in North America! High in the sky, ...
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over - all the stories are ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
There is a lovely noise about your name, Above the shoutings of the city clear, More than a moment's merriment, ...
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...
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