The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
An arid daylight shines along the beach Dried to a grey monotony of tone, And stranded jelly-fish melt soft upon ...
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . . It's true I've been accustomed now to home, And joints ...
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
MANY a guest I'd see to-day, Met to taste my dishes! Food in plenty is prepar'd, Birds, and game, and ...
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; ...
I hope my good old asshole holds out 60 years it's been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
A Texas twang would be better than a yankee accent so picture it soundin' southern this little story I'll share ...
Walking the few feet car to the office Down the street, quiet Friday, December Smell of snow Cold, damp Memory ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the ...
To say we've done it all before is not to bend the truth and though we've lost our youth the ...
As the salmon seeks its mother gravel through the lying ions of the sea, I seek you. Without your body ...
FROM his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
THERE was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
There were three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, An' they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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