The Coal Picker (Amy Lowell Poem)
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
1. Had the ham bone, had the lentils, Got to meat store for the salt pork, Got to grocery for ...
do you think an old heart can't sing do you think an old heart can't dance with a love that ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
The agents of change demanding their freedom the despots refusing to give it to them What is happening to this ...
The wood already charred its color on my fingers building a teepee over the discarded papers kindled with the lighter ...
We are hopeful waiting in this season for that promised day when Your kingdom will come When the swords are ...
The swan boats motionless the pond turning to a mud flat the flowers, tulips shimmering in yellows, oranges, and reds ...
Round the giant spruce trees, at the back of the yard amber casings shining in the morning sun their skeletons ...
A kernel of hope Lives Deep inside Protected Against the pain The struggle Grows When tended Memories ignite Nurture Reward ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
You've seen Balloons set -- Haven't You? So stately they ascend -- It is as Swans -- discarded You, For ...
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
As the salmon seeks its mother gravel through the lying ions of the sea, I seek you. Without your body ...
at seventeen was i, so old so young. and it was there i first met war. i saw their broken ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
AH, woe is me, my mother dear! A man of strife ye've born me: For sair contention I maun bear; ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
When my moustache curled, And my hair was black, And I wore tight trousers And a diamond stud, I was ...
I made two fights for the people. First I left my party, bearing the gonfalon Of independence, for reform, and ...
I look at the swaling sunset And wish I could go also Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar. ...
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