Afternoon Rain in State Street (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
(Soudan Expeditionary Force) We've fought with many men acrost the seas, An' some of 'em was brave an' some was ...
Jane looks down at her organdy skirt As if it somehow were the thing disgraced, For being there, on the ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
Dark arms of wood short legged, as we are sitting empty in the living room the place of her blue ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves ...
He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears -- Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload: hardtop reverting to tar smudge, ...
And this reft house is that the which he built, Lamented Jack ! And here his malt he pil'd, Cautious ...
Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I ...
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief? Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite, And the vague terrors of ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
They dont make it the beautiful die in flame- sucide pills,rat poison,rope what- ever... they rip their arms off, throw ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
When my eyes are weeds, And my lips are petals, spinning Down the wind that has beginning Where the crumpled ...
Inside Ayers Rock is lit with paired fluorescent lights on steel pillars supporting the ceiling of haze-blue marquee cloth high ...
Scarlet as the cloth draped over a sword, white as steaming rice, blue as leschenaultia, old curried towns, the frog ...
Here I lean over you, small son, sleeping Warm in my arms, And I con to my heart all your ...
Said a Sov'reign to a Note, In the pocket of my coat, Where they met in a neat purse of ...
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
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