Lead Soldiers (Amy Lowell Poem)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
THE mist is fast clearing. And radiant is heaven, Whilst AEolus loosens Our anguish-fraught bond. The zephyrs are sighing, Alert ...
A village Chorus is supposed to be assembled, and about to commence its festive procession. [Written for the birthday of ...
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
As ancient as ourselves yearning for relationship the Spirit speaking within us drawing us back to God How can we ...
The sky, the air, everything, everywhere I look not a fog, a filter, a screen, a white veneer lowering, darkening, ...
Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ...
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
A beast stands at my eye. I cook my senses in a dark fire. The old wombs rot and the ...
Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room. A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water, And ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
The word goes round Repins, the murmur goes round Lorenzinis, at Tattersalls, men look up from sheets of numbers, the ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun, The crisping steam of a train Melts in the air, while two black birds ...
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