After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok (Amy Lowell Poem)
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
(Made Yeomanry towards End of Boer War) Only two African kopjes, Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between ...
You call yourself a man, For all you used to swear, An' Leave me, as you can, My certain shame ...
There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay, Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree; It ...
It was not dying: everybody died. It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes-- and our ...
What is thy thought of me? What is thy feeling? Lov'st thou the veil of sense, Or its revealing? Leav'st ...
A wearied pilgrim I have wander'd here, Twice five-and-twenty, bate me but one year; Long I have lasted in this ...
(A Reminiscence, 1893) She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress, And we stayed, because of the pelting storm, Within the hansom's dry ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I ...
My Triumph lasted till the Drums Had left the Dead alone And then I dropped my Victory And chastened stole ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
The years of my youth, my sensual life -- how clearly I see their meaning now. What needless repentances, how ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
"You are old, Father william," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
self-congratulatory nonsense as the famous gather to applaud their seeming greatness you wonder where the real ones are what giant ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners Lined up for ...
Now that we've come to the end I've been trying to piece it together, Not that distance makes anything clearer. ...
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife He would have written sonnets all his life? DON JUAN, III, 63-4 ...
"What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have." But yesterday the tourney, all ...
Here lieth one who did most truly prove, That he could never die while he could move, So hung his ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
Man looking into the sea, taking the view from those who have as much right to it as you have ...
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