The Fruit Shop (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Now in the suburbs and the falling light I followed him, and now down sandy road Whitter than bone-dust, through ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
THERE was a giant in time of old, A mighty one was he; He had a wife, but she was ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to ...
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Welcome to you rich Autumn days, Ere comes the cold, leaf-picking wind; When golden stocks are seen in fields, All ...
Now, joy is born of parents poor, And pleasure of our richer kind; Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing As ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
To the tune "Red Lips" Tired of swinging indolent I rise with a slender hand put right my hair the ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...
After Li Po While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played at the front gate, pulling ...
Once from a big, big building, When I was small, small, The queer folk in the windows Would smile at ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
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