An Aquarium (Amy Lowell Poem)
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
1 Only today and just for this minute, when the sunslant finds its true angle, you can see yellow and ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
When, foot to wheel and back to wind, The helmsman dare not look behind, But hears beyond his compass-light, The ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
watching the snow, slowly starting accumulating snow, first on the lawn, building, gathering on the needles broad, small, firs, pines ...
Tide pools caught in the rocks fishbowls without bubblers waiting for the tide change Microcosm of the sea under glass ...
Paul was in Rome, under house arrest but he received guests, without hindrance, so ends the book of Acts; but ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...
A motorist once said to me, and this was in the country, on a county lane, a motorist slowed his ...
--New Orleans, November 1910 Four weeks have passed since I left, and still I must write to you of no ...
A motorist once said to me, and this was in the country, on a county lane, a motorist slowed his ...
Eastern Sea, 100 fathoms, green sand, pebbles, broken shells. Off Suno Saki, 60 fathoms, gray sand, pebbles, bubbles rising. Plasma-bearer ...
ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue; Maiden pinks, of odour ...
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet? I reply, the ocean knows this. You ...
From bristly foliage you fell complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany, as perfect as a violin newly born of the treetops, ...
My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, As unremembering how I rose or why, And saw a ...
Central Park: Water Fight, Flight, and Tears June 1 2001, N.Y. C., U.S.A. (1) From the five boroughs of N.Y.C., ...
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