Solitaire (Amy Lowell Poems)
WHEN night drifts along the streets of the city, And sifts down between the uneven roofs, My mind begins to ...
WHEN night drifts along the streets of the city, And sifts down between the uneven roofs, My mind begins to ...
See! He trails his toesThrough the long streaks of moonlight,And the nails of his fingers glitter:They claw and flash among ...
When I looked into your eyes, I saw a garden With peonies, and tinkling pagodas, And round-arched bridges Over still ...
You are like the stemOf a young beech-tree,Straight and swaying,Breaking out in golden leaves.Your walk is like the blowing of ...
They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia, Opulent, flaunting. Round gold Flung out of a pale green stalk. Round, ripe ...
Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at meWhen I pluck them;And writhe and twist,And strangle themselves against my fingers,So ...
The vine leaves against the brick walls of my house,Are rusty and broken.Dead leaves gather under the pine-trees,The brittle boughs ...
As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty,Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below himGleams ...
MY thoughts Chink against my ribs And roll about like silver hail-stones. I should like to spill them out, And ...
You are ice and fire,The touch of you burns my hands like snow.You are cold and flame.You are the crimson ...
When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its ...
Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn When a bird flies And the sky changes to a fresher ...
O you,Who came upon me onceStretched under apple-trees just after bathing,Why did you not strangle me before speakingRather than fill ...
My corn is green with red tassels, I am praying to the lightning to ripen my corn, I am praying ...
Send sunflowers! With my turkey-bone whistle I am calling the birds To sing upon the sunflowers. For when the clouds ...
The snow whispers around me And my wooden clogs Leave holes behind me in the snow. But no one will ...
Last night, at sunset, The foxgloves were like tall altar candles. Could I have lifted you to the roof of ...
The chatter of little people Breaks on my purpose Like the water-drops which slowly wear the rocks to powder. And ...
If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly I could see to write you a letter.(Amy Lowell)
Cold, wet leaves Floating on moss-coloured water And the croaking of frogs- Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.(Amy Lowell)
Like black iceScrolled over with unintelligible patternsby an ignorant skaterIs the dulled surface of my heart.Amy Lowell(Amy Lowell)
Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River Are your words in the dark, Beloved.(Amy Lowell)
Spread on the roadway, With open-blown jackets, Like black, soaring pinions, They swoop down the hillside, The Cyclists. Seeming dark-plumaged ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
From out the dragging vastness of the sea, Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands, He toils toward the rounding beach, ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
I have whetted my brain until it is like a Damascus blade, So keen that it nicks off the floating ...
Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy" Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race ...
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
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