The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
In Vienna there are ten little girls, a shoulder for death to cry on, and a forest of dried pigeons. ...
Light splashed this morning on the shell-pink anemones swaying on their tall stems; down blue-spiked veronica light flowed in rivulets ...
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the ...
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit ...
Her brown falcon perches above the sink as steaming water forks over my hands. Below the wrists they shrivel and ...
a cup of dark thick amber slides down my throat rich walnut brandy home made cure sure to give a ...
Cremora and Kahlua a pair of brand names shared space in the brandy snifter that bleary New Year's Eve they ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev'ry band. Brandy no ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte, Had I the wyte? she bade me; She watch'd me by the ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
He staggered in from night and frost and fog And lampless streets: he'd guzzled like a hog And drunk till ...
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
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