The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
Music from her breast, vibrating Soundseared into burnished velvet. Silent hips deceiving fools. Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster ...
Shiny record albums scattered over the living room floor, reflecting light from the lamp, sharp reflections that hurt my eyes ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
I never had a title-deed To my estate. But little heed Eyes give to me, when I walk by My ...
Howe's Final version Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
She was a woman peerless in her station, With household virtues wedded to her name; Spotless in linen, grass-bleached in ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
The Lilac is an ancient shrub But ancienter than that The Firmamental Lilac Upon the Hill tonight -- The Sun ...
A Bee his burnished Carriage Drove boldly to a Rose -- Combinedly alighting -- Himself -- his Carriage was -- ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead. Who oft great armies to battle hath led; He ...
I The dawn laughs out on orient hills And dances with the diamond rills; The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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