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 ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses- How beautiful when we first ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
Something about this world my heart closed walled off from my faith not wanting to believe Lost in the fog ...
Thinking of the walls the stones we use within these walls individual cities fortresses of stone walled off from our ...
On a foundation of stone walled inside my heart you are with me Lord Not within walls of stone a ...
He was hungry, so very hungry no food, no drink, nothing for forty days, forty long hot nights in the ...
Without walls, just the tent the place of the meeting for the people where God lived before the Temple before ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
A HERMIT'S house beside a stream With forests planted round, Whatever it to you may seem More real happiness I ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, It was night, trees were crowding On all sides ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed, Playing alone in the creek-bed dry, In the small green flat on every side Walled in ...
Get out of my walled infinity Of the star circle round my heart Of my mouthful of sun Get out ...
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
O Pride of the days in prime of the months Now trebled in great renown, When before the ark of ...
It's akin to visiting my foster mother, today, That I am returning to you, mother city, after twenty years, I ...
This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big House he visited when he was eight: ...
They do not live in the world, Are not in time and space. From birth to death hurled No word ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
She lies in her well-kept apartment above the spick and span cathedral in the heart of the walled city above ...
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