Love Song to My Neighborhoods (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Amy Margaret's five years old, Amy Margaret's hair is gold, Dearer twenty-thousand-fold Than gold, is Amy Margaret. "Amy" is friend, ...
Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green, As, on opening the box, may be seen, Some years of a ...
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
The little park planted in memory of a boy who fell in the war begins to resemble him as he ...
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