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, ...
The wind blew all my wedding-day, And my wedding-night was the night of the high wind; And a stable door ...
For a while Let it be enough: The responsive smile, Though effort goes into it. Across the warm room Shared ...
In this evil year, autumn comes early... I walk by night in the field, alone, the rain clatters, The wind ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
Around the cross of Christ glowing, illumined in candlelight tired from our work but joy in our hearts Speaking in ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
Colours in lamplight are previews, scarcely eschewed as wave-length turbulence tuned to closeness and friendship. Colours in firelight are skin-warmed ...
When night stirred at sea, An the fire brought a crowd in They say that her beauty Was music in ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
"Yes," I answered you last night; "No," this morning, Sir, I say. Colours seen by candlelight, Will not look the ...
Liza, go steep your long white hands In the cool waters of that spring Which bubbles up through shiny sands ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
I look at no one, me; I pass them on the stair; Shadows! I don't see; Shadows! everywhere. Haunting, taunting, ...
The red room with the giant bed Where none but elders laid their head; The little room where you and ...
Love came back at fall o' dew, Playing his old part; But I had a word or two That would ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
Needle, needle, dip and dart, Thrusting up and down, Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown? ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
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