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 ...
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
The poet wishes well to the divine genius of Purcell and praises him that, whereas other musicians have given utterance ...
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
Cursed! be the father of the bride of the blacksmith who forged the iron for the axe with which the ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? They ...
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes That they behold and see not what they see? They ...
Richard Pigott, the forger, was a very bad man, And to gainsay it there's nobody can, Because for fifty years ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands, An iron authority against the snow, And this grey monument to common ...
Iron growing in the dark, it dreams all night long and will not work. A flower that hates God, a ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
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