Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Wallowing in this bloody sty, I cast for fish that pleased my eye (Truly Jehovah's bow suspends No pots of ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
ARise my Dove, from mid'st of Pots arise, Thy sully'd Habitation leave, To Dust no longer cleave, Unworthy they of ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
For Michael Hamburger Barn owl daughter of snow, subject to the night wind, yet taking root with her talons in ...
Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise, Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pass, And own that, if ...
Broken in pieces all asunder, Lord, hunt me not, A thing forgot, Once a poor creature, now a wonder, A ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Our ability to do good at its root from God only through him are we able to think beyond ourselves ...
Within our bodies, clay vessels, common pots, within us all the light, the spirit of Christ going with us through ...
The seeds growing in the good soil the roots deep in the living waters the word the love of God ...
The roots of the seeds planted bursting the clay pots unable to contain the joy God within their hearts Each ...
The roots of the seeds planted bursting the clay pots unable to contain the joy God within their hearts February ...
Placed in clay pots, misshapen, chipped, flawed God's love, his grace, his gifts placed within clay jars, treasure Transforming us, ...
She invoked his story, his memory, his ministry of the pans washing the pots, the pans of the monastery, humble ...
Like a giant game of blocks is the washing of dishes of a family of five even when only the ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot, fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny, glowing fire-red, succulent, and on the whole ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from ...
When the call of the hudud, Echoes through the palm fronds Carrying in their mists, Visions, memories: Caravans of high ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King, To Jacobs God, that all may ...
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