The Basket (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn, More coiled steel than living - a poised Dark deadly eye, ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
High above the roaring thunder over the sounds of countless horses the rush of the shockwave off the track a ...
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
The words are a beautiful music. The words bounce like in water. Water music, loud in the clearing off the ...
Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
A ball will bounce; but less and less. It's not A light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience. Falling is what ...
The women are all wearing imitation silk scarves, Blackpool or Biarritz, sipping Woman, masticating The morning's post, new babies and ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
A red-hot needle hangs out of him, he steers by it as if it were a rudder, he would get ...
Tommy is three and when he's bad his mother dances with him. She puts on the record, "Red Roses for ...
It isn't the foe that we fear; It isn't the bullets that whine; It isn't the business career Of a ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
The lemon sunlight poured out far between things inhabits a coolness. Mosquitoes have subsided, flies are for later heat. Every ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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