A Tale of Starvation (Amy Lowell Poem)
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over the line and slapping my ...
There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the ...
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding ...
Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv'd upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath turf, And ...
Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something. The west wind is dead, the waves Forget to hate the ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
I will not have the mad Clytie, Whose head is turned by the sun; The tulip is a courtly queen, ...
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and down Should charge ...
1. Sunlight There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the ...
I AM now,--what joy to hear it!-- Of the old magician rid; And henceforth shall ev'ry spirit Do whate'er by ...
So much like Martha, lamenting our minds so busy, cluttered, to do lists calling, attention, focus pulling us away, from ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
The Spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands -- And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl -- ...
That sacred Closet when you sweep -- Entitled "Memory" -- Select a reverential Broom -- And do it silently. 'Twill ...
The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed -- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified By every Broom ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea, Where royal cities stately stand; But sweeter flows the Nith to me, Where ...
THEIR groves o' sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume; Far dearer to me yon ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
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