Stravinsky’s Three Pieces (Amy Lowell Poems)
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
For those who grab the spotlight sit in righteous judgment Casting the first stone against their fellow. A harsh mirror, ...
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
All through an empty place I go, And find her not in any room; The candles and the lamps I ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
There is no transcience of twilight in The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face, No flicker of a slender flame ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
The lamps now glitter down the street; Faintly sound the falling feet; And the blue even slowly falls About the ...
I kill for pleasure not for gain. A man much more than you my hands find knives & flash them. ...
The darkness crumbles away It is the same old druid Time as ever, Only a live thing leaps my hand, ...
The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with ...
The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun, The crisping steam of a train Melts in the air, while two black birds ...
Climbing the heights of Berkeley Nightly I watch the West. There lies new San Francisco, Sea-maid in purple dressed, Wearing ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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