Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, Imperfect kindling even in this ...
(sign at a railroad crossing in Kenya) In a poem, one line may hide another line, As at a crossing, ...
(Deserters) There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness 'Ell can't compare-- It is the ...
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no ...
Ah! What avails the classic bent And what the cultured word, Against the undoctored incident That actually occurred? And what ...
There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay, Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree; It ...
You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot ...
The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked. ...
A Pathetic Ballad Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his ...
"Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be? You may be good for something, but ...
A Nation of trees, drab green and desolate grey In the field uniform of modern wars, Darkens her hills, those ...
I now delight In spite Of the might And the right Of classic tradition, In writing And reciting Straight ahead, ...
Off the road, into the woods a makeshift lean-to fallen, dry, peeling bark a phalanx of dead pine saplings leaning ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
I awoke with two poets in my bed, books I chose from the library, possibly intent on a swift read ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
The door it opened slowly, my father he came in, I was nine years old. And he stood so tall ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
not of silver nor of coral, but of weatherbeaten laurel. Here, he introduced a sea uniform like tapestry; here, a ...
for Jim Cummins In Iowa, Jim dreamed that Della Street was Anne Sexton's twin. Dave drew a comic strip called ...
A millionbillionwillion miles from home Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) Why are they all so big, ...
When the Lieutenant of the Guardia de Asalto heard the automatic go off, he turned and took the second shot ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
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