The Dinner-Party (Amy Lowell Poem)
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
The fat lady came out first, tearing out roots and moistening drumskins. The fat lady who turns dying octopuses inside ...
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on ...
See you the ferny ride that steals Into the oak-woods far? O that was whence they hewed the keels That ...
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit ...
The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour the bottle in your coat half voda half ...
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
Ye flags of Piccadilly, Where I posted up and down, And wished myself so often Well away from you and ...
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down ...
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill, As the green ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
SUNDAY night and the park policemen tell each other it is dark as a stack of black cats on Lake ...
WHEN the sea is everywhere from horizon to horizon .. when the salt and blue fill a circle of horizons ...
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
When you're lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound, Without a care or trouble on your mind, And ...
A millionbillionwillion miles from home Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) Why are they all so big, ...
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