Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
December twenty-first we gather at the white Church festooned red and green, the tree flashing green-red lights beside the altar. ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
We laughed easily playing in the pool going round and round making the whirlpool Somehow we came to a discussion ...
Amid the controlled chaos the schoolyard, playground this morning ribbons of children, running, skipping, dancing over the blacktop, being children, ...
Laughter, bright holy laughter preceded the blur of blue, running down the church's hallway hands held high, blue past the ...
Like twin party favors blown out and back in they furled and unfurled and their skirts swirled from next to ...
A special bond, a special grace, comfort, safety in that special place nestled in Grandpa's arms warm, secure, giggling sharing ...
Spots opened without notice, without attribution the candies, elements of the gingerbread house disappeared clapboards, gutters shrubs, roof, dismantled Stealthy ...
A hurried up party in our bed this morning, on top of the comforter, the blanket toy tea set and ...
A cascade of giggling caught us in waves that night at the dinner table A fresh catch perch and pumpkinseeds ...
A great way to start my day friendly giggling under the tent the sheet and comforter held up by daddy's ...
Her four-year old voice a lint of curiosity her part in the game "Where are we going?" she inquired. Usually ...
A long time ago, when I was young, Back before I learned to respect the realities of heat exchange and ...
The first Day's Night had come -- And grateful that a thing So terrible -- had been endured -- I ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats under ...
Higgledy piggledy, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day To count what my black hen ...
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through ...
When the call of the hudud, Echoes through the palm fronds Carrying in their mists, Visions, memories: Caravans of high ...
When you entered the workshop, I was already here. How many statues, and torsos, and heads ! Like remains of ...
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
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