The Red Lacquer Music-Stand (Amy Lowell Poem)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
(Quevedo, Mire los muros de la partia mia and Buscas en Roma a Roma, (!)O peregrino!) I I saw the ...
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
A tapestry is being stitched year by year story by story, step by step, thread by thread Pictures of our ...
She was struck silent, motionless as we entered the grocery store. For a fleeting moment, she was mesmerized, frozen where ...
A shepherd's hook stood in the corner of the empty office a reminder of the role the reason for this ...
It was long I lay Awake that night Wishing that night Would name the hour And tell me whether To ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last much longer yet, they're all I have to keep the pages on ...
On the Columbia River near Vantage, Washington, we fished for whitefish in the winter months; my dad, Swede- Mr. Lindgren-and ...
We will make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
The Cowboy had a sterling heart, The Maiden was from Boston, The Rancher saw his wealth depart- The Steers were ...
There are no postage stamps that send letters back to England three centuries ago, no postage stamps that make letters ...
Eighty Lonely in his great age, Henry's old friend leaned on his burning cane while hÃs old friend was hymnéd ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
The Prohibitionists made me Town Marshal When the saloons were voted out, Because when I was a drinking man, Before ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
In my Spanish cloak, And old slouch hat, And overshoes of felt, And Tyke, my faithful dog, And my knotted ...
They would have lynched me Had I not been secretly hurried away To the jail at Peoria. And yet I ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
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