Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving ...
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur, I had a vision once - though you understand It was ...
Fishermen at Ballyshannon Netted an infant last night Along with the salmon. An illegitimate spawning, A small one thrown back ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
From the shallows by the shore reaching the people with his words Out, into deeper waters the fishermen casting their ...
Lost past exhaustion she floated, lapping the shore with the wind and tide Completed, her journey done, spent Returning to ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
Baby waits alone in sandy shallows lying, - wretchedly crying Dam marooned at sea aware her calf is dying precious ...
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
Dawn-- fish the cormorants haven't caught swimming in the shallows. (Yosa Buson)
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar." The ...
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly, And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking. Which was the real-the butterfly ...
The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with ...
Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the ...
You too return, along with days gone, and flow again, my blue rivers, to carry on the songs of washerwomen, ...
All the air conditioners now slacken their hummed carrier wave. Once again we've served our three months with remissions in ...
Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold. The purest light of the celestial dome has burned me through. And ...
I swim near summer shadows glide over dappled shoals keeping to the fluid shallows reminiscent of the womb where I ...
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