Stravinsky’s Three Pieces (Amy Lowell Poems)
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
Words as plain as hen-birds' wings Do not lie, Do not over-broider things - Are too shy. Thoughts that shuffle ...
(For Robert Cortez Holliday) If I should live in a forest And sleep underneath a tree, No grove of impudent ...
The following is based on true events: (Part One) 493 guests were watching people searching their Gmail flirting in chats, ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover ...
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
As cats bring their smiling mouse-kills and hypnotised birds, slinking home under the light of a summer's morning to offer ...
The jane is zoned! no nightspot here, no bar there, no sweet freeway, and no premises for business purposes, no ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
where we live the flowers of the clocks catch fire and the plumes encircle the brightness in the distant sulphur ...
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
Father, this year's jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling ...
Boss of all bosses of the universe. Mr. know-it-all, wheeler-dealer, wire-puller, And whatever else you're good at. Go ahead, shuffle ...
ELSIE FLIMMERWON, you got a job now with a jazz outfit in vaudeville. The houses go wild when you finish ...
Their life, collapsed like unplayed cards, is carried piecemeal through the snow; Headboard and footboard now, the bed where she ...
IN the harbor, in the island, in the Spanish Seas, Are the tiny white houses and the orange trees, And ...
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
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