The Blue Scarf (Amy Lowell Poem)
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
"The Treasure and the Low"--Puck of Pook's Hills. Where first by Eden Tree The Four Great Rivers ran, To each ...
1901 ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African ...
Today, from a distance, I saw you walking away, and without a sound the glittering face of a glacier slid ...
If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes: Perhaps of my planted forest a few May ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
In the silence of the night Death descended from God toward the earth. He hovered above a city and pierced ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
The picture on the bulletin the devastation caught in miniature a handful of people standing before a bit of rubble ...
Part of the puzzle the confusion of our spirits competition for success measured in our wealth the things, the possessions ...
Two years ago today the day we wed on the stone bridge in the park in the snow A handful ...
Two years almost gone by of the day we wed on the stone bridge in the park in the snow ...
Young Lochinvar came in from the West, With fringe on his trousers and fur on his vest; The width of ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I woke up, but I was travelling, The train had rolled throughout the night, It was now going toward huge ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
Bright-eyed & bushy tailed woke not Henry up. Bright though upon his workshop shone a vise central, moved in while ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
Sometimes, I forget the sun sinking into ocean. Desert is only a handful of sand held by my daughter. In ...
Nimbus clouds erasing stars above Lamoni. Jaundiced lights. Silos. Loose dogs. Cows whose stench infuses the handful of homes, whose ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled With new-fallen frost. It was midnight and not a soul abroad. Out of ...
Into the world you sent her, mother, Fashioned her body of coral and foam, Combed a wave in her hair's ...
Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold. The purest light of the celestial dome has burned me through. And ...
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