Thompson’s Lunch Room — Grand Central Station (Amy Lowell Poems)
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
No one understood the perfume of the dark magnolia of your womb. Nobody knew that you tormented a hummingbird of ...
Gone now the baby's nurse, a lioness who ruled the roost and made the Mother cry. She used to tie ...
"It is the future generation that presses into being by means of these exuberant feelings and supersensible soap bubbles of ...
Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed; the rising sun in war paint dyes us red; in broad daylight ...
The lilacs budding, as is the magnolia the ground bare, except for the downed limbs the crocuses coming up through ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
"Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in Thy sight." Whoever "Thy" is, ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Once upon a time I heard That the flying moon was a Phoenix bird; Thus she sails through windy skies, ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
Would 'any woman' find me difficult to live with? My tastes are simple: space for several thousand books, The smoke ...
It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the ...
Onion, luminous flask, your beauty formed petal by petal, crystal scales expanded you and in the secrecy of the dark ...
White, white in the milky night The moon danced over a tree. "Wouldn't it be lovely to swim in the ...
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