The Fool Errant (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
Before me lies a mass of shapeless days, Unseparated atoms, and I must Sort them apart and live them. Sifted ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck and stroked your cold, pulsing throat as you hissed to me, ...
All summer I heard them rustling in the shrubbery, outracing me from tier to tier in my garden, a whisper ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ...
A dying firelight slides along the quirt Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans Against my father's books. The ...
It is December in Wicklow: Alders dripping, birches Inheriting the last light, The ash tree cold to look at. A ...
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
A kernel, a piece of the creator, walking with us God, the Spirit within us all of our lives Guiding ...
A pure clear Maine sky opened above us, as the fire died, the cabin lights dimmed. We watched planes, satellites, ...
Rising and falling together undulating across the sky from left to right out over the river, just feet above me ...
Early Sunday morning leaving the highway Sparkles off the shoulder draw our gaze Light refracting and pulsing new frost clinging ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through ...
Another fork away ahead Exactly like the one behind And twists and turns to leave you dead As choices in ...
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed ...
Absorbed in familiar rhythms, carillon of senses steeped in good vibrations, surrounded by musical beat pulsing potently in avidly articulated ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
MOTHER of memories, mistress of mistresses, O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire, Thou shalt recall the beauty of ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Chequer'd with woven shadows as I lay Among the grass, blinking the watery gleam, I saw an Echo-Spirit in his ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
You never saw the spring my love Or the red tailed hawk circling high above On feathered wings my love ...
The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the peewits ...
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