Skunk Hour (Robert Lowell Poem)
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
Sometimes a lantern moves along the night, That interests our eyes. And who goes there? I think; where from and ...
A Load of brushes and baskets and cradles and chairs Labours along the street in the rain: With it a ...
WITH a bridegroom's joyous bearing, Mounts Sir Curt his noble beast, To his mistress' home repairing, There to hold his ...
VAINLY wouldst thou, to gain a heart, Heap up a maiden's lap with gold; The joys of love thou must ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
A few kind words, what can be bought with that? In essence just a clique of tidy prose, a verb, ...
The successful man has thrust himself Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes -- Bloody mistakes; Slimed ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball, What, what is he to do? I saw it go ...
In the beginning life was good to me; it held me warm and gave me courage. That this is granted ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
Can't swim; uses credit cards and pills to combat intolerable feelings of inadequacy; Won't admit his dread of boredom, chief ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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