The Fool Errant (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
A few long-hoarded pennies in his hand Behold him stand; A kilted Hedonist, perplexed and sad. The joy that once ...
(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.) Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, Are you errant strands ...
Frail as smoke, she drifts through the crowded train, bringing with her the cold ashes of poverty. Without a word, ...
(E. L. G.) BENEATH a knap where flown Nestlings play, Within walls of weathered stone, Far away From the files ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
A heavenly message revealed by Christ himself stopping this errant believer persecuting the saints Stopping him on the road blinding ...
a single clear line of thread strung by a fisherman between flower and shrub a road for her a line ...
Archery is meant for fields, for forest for targets, for skill which we lacked and we had loose bales easily ...
Molded and shaped Specks of the rocks they once were Packed and organized in the buckets Like the seconds of ...
Miss Erica is right looking at the handiwork of the spinster on the loom rich clear lines of silk spun ...
We are perched, walking on the edge of an errant planet, off-kilter and dizzy wobbling off course in its orbit ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
When forests walked and fishes flew And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood, Then, surely, ...
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when ...
Amid my books I lived the hurrying years, Disdaining kinship with my fellow man; Alike to me were human smiles ...
Why was I not devoured by self-contempt, And rotted down by indifference And impotent revolt like Indignation Jones? Why, with ...
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