White and Green (Amy Lowell Poem)
Hey! My daffodil-crowned, Slim and without sandals! As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness So my eyeballs are startled ...
Hey! My daffodil-crowned, Slim and without sandals! As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness So my eyeballs are startled ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
(A. D. 1066) I followed my Duke ere I was a lover, To take from England fief and fee; But ...
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, We were melted in the furnace and the pit-- We were ...
1 The golden-rod is yellow; 2 The corn is turning brown; 3 The trees in apple orchards 4 With fruit ...
Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive rising Begins to possess the ground, the flatness gathers to little humps and ...
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk ...
Once in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks ...
It faces west, and round the back and sides High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs, And sweep against ...
i have lost touch over the years with the hot africa inside me illness and all - i spread to ...
We are the workers in the fields, the orchards the streets, the squares his workers in God's vineyard the world ...
Sometimes, I wonder of the source the wellspring of the words the lines on the pages that flow ever more ...
Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say-- Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying ...
The Sun -- just touched the Morning -- The Morning -- Happy thing -- Supposed that He had come to ...
The Skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills -- The Hills just tell the Orchards -- ...
One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole ...
On the World you colored Morning painted rose -- Idle his Vermillion Aimlessly crept the Glows Over Realms of Orchards ...
Make me a picture of the sun -- So I can hang it in my room -- And make believe ...
Forbidden Fruit a flavor has That lawful Orchards mocks -- How luscious lies within the Pod The Pea that Duty ...
"Lethe" in my flower, Of which they who drink In the fadeless orchards Hear the bobolink! Merely flake or petal ...
You love me -- you are sure -- I shall not fear mistake -- I shall not cheated wake -- ...
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay, They call me and call me to follow them away. ...
In the flowing sap In her growing fever Parting her veils Cracking out of her shells Sliding out of her ...
All through an empty place I go, And find her not in any room; The candles and the lamps I ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
She has no need to fear the fall Of harvest from the laddered reach Of orchards, nor the tide gone ...
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