Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
There runs a road by Merrow Down-- A grassy track to-day it is-- An hour out Guildford town, Above the ...
1896 They christened my brother of old-- And a saintly name he bears-- They gave him his place to hold ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; I barter curl for curl upon that mart, And from my poet's forehead ...
1 BROTHER of all, with generous hand, Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, ...
The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs; and the flowers were all merry by the roadside; ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
I am reminiscing you; and the little boy who often stole some change from the left pocket of your pants ...
Yes, my friends!--that happier times have been Than the present, none can contravene; That a race once lived of nobler ...
My Lady is dancing so lightly, The belle of the Embassy Ball; I lied as I kissed her politely, And ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
Three gentlemen live close beside me -- A painter of pictures bizarre, A poet whose virtues might guide me, A ...
Behold these jewelled, merchant Ancestors, Foregathered in some chancellery of death; Calm, provident, discreet, they stroke their beards And move ...
Girls buck the wind in the grooves toward work in fuzzy coats promised to be warm as fur. The shop ...
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
So here the great man stood, fermenting malice and poems we have to be nearly as fierce against ourselves as ...
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall Its veil. I see ...
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