The Starling (Amy Lowell Poem)
"`I can't get out', said the starling." Sterne's `Sentimental Journey'. Forever the impenetrable wall Of self confines my poor rebellious ...
"`I can't get out', said the starling." Sterne's `Sentimental Journey'. Forever the impenetrable wall Of self confines my poor rebellious ...
(sign at a railroad crossing in Kenya) In a poem, one line may hide another line, As at a crossing, ...
One morn before me were three figures seen, I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced; And one behind the ...
August First: it was a year ago we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert to open the house in St. Guiraud rented ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
I OBSERVE: "Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John's balloon Or an ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
Partly to verify an era, partly also to pass the time, last night I picked up a collection of Ptolemaic ...
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
THICKEST 1 night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
STILL anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
This one is entering her teens, Ripe for sentimental scenes, Has picked a gangling unripe male, Sees herself in bridal ...
The alder shudders in the April winds off the moon. No one is awake and yet sunlight streams across the ...
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