The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and ...
certain creatures it seems are never seen straight on - they occupy the corner of the eye once sensed (a ...
when one summer everything opened out and nobody close by was quick enough with needle and gut to stitch the ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
In transition between two seasons the ending of calling listening to God A time to heal to stitch the schism ...
Joining the melody, swaying in the pew on the night, silent night the holy night of the birth Advent, come ...
The Christ, descendent of David son of God, Messiah prophesied of old coming to the world to save to heal ...
Not the mind, not our reason the essence of God, the reality of faith seen with the heart, with our ...
The curtain, the fabric cut, heaven exposed, revealed to the one rising from the Jordan the one Son of God ...
Looking down, at these hands hands that can sew, stitch together the scraps of cloth, the bits of thread to ...
Her words were for me the reason I do this, why I care go into the ring, fight Because I ...
All starched and primped we were quite a sight, marching into the courthouse hand in hand, we walked waiting to ...
Another step on a long road to keep them safe, to build our family, one step at a time to ...
I put two yellow peepers in an owl. Wow. I fix the grin of Crocodile. Spiv. I sew the slither ...
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- I'll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle -- Better ...
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure drop The Day must ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with ...
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
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