The Fruit Shop (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
The Pobble who has no toes Had once as many as we; When they said "Some day you may lose ...
"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified ...
The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came, With recommendations, he told me, from friends and a ...
It's mid-winter and the sunrise knows it, and wakes me with a shudder; I'm just a man. For 5 cold ...
And then we began eating corn starch, chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilfered Argo boxes stored away to stiffen ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
On the summer road that ran by our front porch Lizards and snakes came out to sun. It was hot ...
Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time, Told, quite politely, they would have to wait: Passports in order, nothing ...
My mother's playing cards with my aunt, Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game my grandmother taught all her ...
In our family, there were two saints, my aunt and my grandmother. But their lives were different. My grandmother's was ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
Aunt Sue's side yard up on the hill heavy pedaling with my bike up to do the mowing One of ...
Open the windows, air out the house a cloud of strawberry, spreading filling, living, growing, moving from room to room ...
You mean so much to each one of us, touching our lives on so many levels, in so many ways, ...
He was a man with secrets hidden slices of his life long pushed down below the surface covered with pithy ...
My wife shared with me new candles votives to replace those used up Suddenly I was six, maybe eight certainly ...
Vivid memory Twenty-five years past Her hands Old, blotched, tired Gripped the sheet metal Chair below her White knuckles Held ...
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
MISS HELEN SLINGSBY was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by ...
I know but will not tell you, Aunt Irene, why there are soap suds in the whiskey: Uncle Robert had ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
It's what the kids nowadays call weed. And it drifts like clouds from his lips. He hopes no one comes ...
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
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