The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, And dunno if my legs or back or ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
I Baked the day she suddenly dropped dead we chew it slowly that last apple pie. Shocked into sleeplessness you're ...
I been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks ...
a soft wind through an LA window a goddess of a promised life transparent on the other side begs me ...
THIS box, mine own sweet darling, thou wilt find With many a varied sweetmeat's form supplied; The fruits are they ...
our clay, ever open ever wet, able to be changed transformed by the creator the potter, our master even after ...
The pastor's message, his sermon a real conversation, about real life his eye surgery the thread of the sermon, the ...
The blues, purples, yellow, gold baked into the chrome pipes of the classic Harley draw me to you, my camera, ...
A woman prepared a mouse for her husband's dinner, roasting it with a blueberry in its mouth. At table he ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Ah, the aromas of that conversation, the brimming, cappuccino smile swirled in chocolate rich and cinnamoned, the gentle coffee curlicues ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
''Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my ...
In our dainty little kitchen, Where my aproned wife is queen Over all the tin-pan people, In a realm exceeding ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in drag here comes nothing to do all day long ...
And thus the people every year in the valley of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
I am Ebenezer Bleezer, I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE, there are flavors in my freezer you have never seen ...
'Twas on the 16th of October, in the year 1894, I was invited to Inverness, not far from the sea ...
This poem is for my wife. I have made it plainly and honestly: The mark is on it Like the ...
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