Spring Day (Amy Lowell Poem)
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
Napping at midday I hear the song of rice planters and feel ashamed of myself. (Kobayashi Issa)
August First: it was a year ago we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert to open the house in St. Guiraud rented ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
It was a wet wan hour in spring, And Nature met King Doom beside a lane, Wherein Hodge trudged, all ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
it began as a secret desire (an itch in the marrow too vague to get through to the bone) an ...
For the glory of the day for the bright sun shining the azure sky calling, where it bleeds to white ...
The air changing from the cool of the morning to the warming of midday for the crispness of the season ...
Nothing for me here not being one of the twelve at the center of his ministry believing he was the ...
Stripped utterly wearing a crown of thorns naked, dying feeling wholly alone In the darkness of midday the sun refusing ...
Just back from lunch with my wife. Getting back to work on a very rainy day. the sound of it ...
a small patch, a cluster cattails in the median glowing, glistening December sun, midday Ready to burst open like milkweed ...
A heavy husk thick dark shell no obstacle for one with a will to live a need to grow, warm ...
I love you Oh how I love you, yes I do The way you look at me the way you ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way, No chickadee was troubled, small moss smiled on his swift passage. ...
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like ...
Deep in the desert's misery, far in the fury of the sand, there stands the awesome Upas Tree lone watchman ...
You too return, along with days gone, and flow again, my blue rivers, to carry on the songs of washerwomen, ...
The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In ...
Somewhere, suspended in facetless space, the vine is spiralling, shown in the distance, with loosened hair: the farther the eye ...
The word goes round Repins, the murmur goes round Lorenzinis, at Tattersalls, men look up from sheets of numbers, the ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
has not altered;-- a place as kind as it is green, the greenest place I've never seen. Every name is ...
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