The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
The mica in the granite quartz, rosy or clear jagged shards of beauty drawing my eyes to come near The ...
Turning the sod creating the garden where the ledge grew nothing but stone lines in the granite the beautiful vein ...
Each of us, irregular stones, living stones, for the kingdom each with a place, a part to place to build ...
Haunting, warming color amethyst glass, showing itself out of the dirt at the bottle dump Sitting pristine in the corner ...
A tungsten steel rock hammer a birthday present bit into the round rock uncovered a world hidden and magical hidden ...
Algae, moss and lichen Up above the trees Granite, quartz and mica Cleared by the breeze Running down the spine ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, ...
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the ...
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost -- She -- each year -- leads her ...
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -- The stiff Heart questions was ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
It was the silver, heart-enveloping view Of the mysterious sea-line far away, Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day, That ...
What heartache -- ne'er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spirit low. With one ...
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the ...
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