Home After Three Months Away (Robert Lowell Poem)
Gone now the baby's nurse, a lioness who ruled the roost and made the Mother cry. She used to tie ...
Gone now the baby's nurse, a lioness who ruled the roost and made the Mother cry. She used to tie ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ...
THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main,-- The venturous bark that flings On the ...
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
Thoughts of the day running through my mind moving to get her to the school to be on time A ...
Over the dark black woodchips the wet spider webs three of them set apart spaces between the posts of the ...
The prescience, the foreknowledge allowing evil to profit so were the words of the Messiah before the meal in the ...
Limp, heavy, droopy blooms, thin skinned irises translucent, in the rain a gauze blouse exposing the skin underneath bejeweled rhododendron ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon. On the cold river passing night-filled homes, It scatters restless gold across ...
To hang our head -- ostensibly -- And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal ...
The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty -- unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony Till Hurricane ...
I cannot dance upon my Toes -- No Man instructed me -- But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth ...
His Feet are shod with Gauze -- His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid. ...
A single Screw of Flesh Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side ...
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm. A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on. ...
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green, As, on opening the box, may be seen, Some years of a ...
HA! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely, Owre ...
ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie! Your impudence protects you ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
for Susan O'Neill Roe What a thrill ---- My thumb instead of an onion. The top quite gone Except for ...
You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...
No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For ...
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked, As often before, the April fields till star-light Silkened over ...
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