Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
AN INDIAN LEGEND. (MAHADEVA is one of the numerous ...
ON a rocky peak once sat I early, Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving; Stretch'd out like a pall ...
Today, because I couldn't find the shortcut through, I had to walk this town's entire inner perimeter to find where ...
Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened ...
Down the dusty, dirt road out in the bramble the fragrant moments of summer the fruit in its season Climbing ...
In words conveying the image the way something feels in words of texture helping to make it real Sharing in ...
In their color in their texture in the grace of their motions sharing what I am feeling in the words ...
The crushed rose gathered yet so much living yet resting on the sleeve of my jacket taken off for the ...
speaking word pictures taste / smell mouth watering goose bumps form seeing clearly feeling texture shout in my head June ...
The sentence spoken written as well creating word pictures senses of taste and smell my mouth watering my goose bumps ...
The question on "what is beauty" my mind immediately calling up the quote, "beauty is in the eye of the ...
Images flowing, deep within my memory coming forth in words together as if I am there again in moments of ...
Out the side, the edge of my vision so are many of the sources of my poetry the images out ...
Layered frosting thick heavy butter cream hanging heavy on the needles the limbs coated in white a mix of marshmallow ...
The visual texture the fallen branch, before she grabbed it wielded it like a sword Down on the ground crouch ...
Snow in the air long before the first flakes started their long fall from the heavens snow in the feel, ...
My eye catches, notices A small detail A flower, berry, bug Flake, fragment Texture or color drawn to it Hold ...
Layers of clouds grays and white living sky with rich visual texture Rippled screens of space like the flesh of ...
The same leaves over and over again! They fall from giving shade above To make one texture of faded brown ...
Wash of cold river in a glacial land, Ionian water, chill, snow-ribbed sand, drift of rare flowers, clear, with delicate ...
Almighty Framer of the Skies! O let our pure devotion rise, Like Incense in thy Sight! Wrapt in impenetrable Shade ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
The surly cop looked out at me in sleep insect-like. Guess, who was the insect. I'd asked him in my ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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