Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Before me lies a mass of shapeless days, Unseparated atoms, and I must Sort them apart and live them. Sifted ...
I will mix me a drink of stars, -- Large stars with polychrome needles, Small stars jetting maroon and crimson, ...
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
For Heinrich Blucher and Hannah Arendt Composed in the Tower before his execution These moving verses, and being brought at ...
I -- A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under ...
The tart had been melted before it sat solid in the warmer on the back of the stove She put ...
Behind the cruise ship, in the wake a green phosphorescence bubbled and shimmered in the dark of night the white ...
Boils and welts and warts bubbled on the trunk of the tree human afflictions on the bark and sinew the ...
Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and ...
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- I was used -- to the Birds -- before ...
Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home -- As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune -- ...
Her -- "last Poems" -- Poets -- ended -- Silver -- perished -- with her Tongue -- Not on Record ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
A gentle was Fridolin, And he his mistress dear, Savern's fair Countess, honored in All truth and godly fear. She ...
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of ...
In the naked bed, in Plato's cave, Reflected headlights slowly slid the wall, Carpenters hammered under the shaded window, Wind ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
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