Afternoon Rain in State Street (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their ...
This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over the line and slapping my ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
An hour before the sun goes down Behind the ragged boughs, I go across the little run And bring the ...
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then, He groped and fiddled doggedly along, His worn face glaring on the ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
You have beheld a smiling rose When virgins' hands have drawn O'er it a cobweb-lawn: And here, you see, this ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
And so I had a glaring revelation, I couldn't find the poet in the man although I read his life ...
The Sun revolving on his axis turns, And with creative fire intensely burns; Impell'd by forcive air, our Earth supreme, ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind ...
The little letters dance across the page, Flaunt and retire, and trick the tired eyes; Sick of the strain, the ...
28 July Calmly, while sat up friendlies & made noise delight fuller than he can ready sing or studiously say, ...
It's easy to fight when everything's right, And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer ...
At on time, in America, many years ago, Large gray wolves wont to wander to and fro; And from the ...
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...
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