Thompson’s Lunch Room — Grand Central Station (Amy Lowell Poems)
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
I The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat, They took some honey, and ...
Exchange in greed the ungraceful signs. Thrust The thick notes between green apple breasts. Then the shadow of the devil ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
At the back of the houses there is the wood. While there is a leaf of summer left, the wood ...
The butcher knife goes in, first, at the top And carves out the round stemmed lid, The hole of which ...
If you are lucky in this life, you will get to help your enemy the way I got to help ...
owls and pussy cats can make up their minds to sail out to sea and even get married but they ...
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the ...
Short cropped hair of black Full beard of stubble, four days old Gray joining the jagged black shards Menacing, reaching ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...
I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robber'd like the look of -- Wooden barred, And Windows hanging ...
I hadn't had the 'flu in ages, avoided all those awful places fraught of gritty eyes and splitting heads, patrons ...
My wife and I lived all alone, contention was our only bone. I fought with her, she fought with me, ...
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the ...
''Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my ...
The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
MY blessings on ye, honest wife! I ne'er was here before; Ye've wealth o' gear for spoon and knife- Heart ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
O MERRY hae I been teethin' a heckle, An' merry hae I been shapin' a spoon; O merry hae I ...
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun! It's ...
In my Spanish cloak, And old slouch hat, And overshoes of felt, And Tyke, my faithful dog, And my knotted ...
I went to the dances at Chandlerville, And played snap-out at Winchester. One time we changed partners, Driving home in ...
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