The Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Now in the suburbs and the falling light I followed him, and now down sandy road Whitter than bone-dust, through ...
("Saint Proxed's ever was the Church for peace") If down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take ...
The little quids, the million quids, The everywhere, everything, always quids, The atoms of the Monoton- Each turned three essences ...
For Heinrich Blucher and Hannah Arendt Composed in the Tower before his execution These moving verses, and being brought at ...
The calling of Christ something quite urgent not casual nothing like a suggestion to go when we feel able ready ...
I have been thinking, praying too often these last two days the throw-away expletive His counsel, this officer of the ...
Would that I had the crystal ball to answer her quaking question a day or two before the anniversary of ...
We sat around the living room a more casual gathering the small flock listening to the word, yes; but sharing ...
Passing the basket casual, familial in the sanctuary among friends in the night holding it reverently waiting while the band ...
Words not rituals casual, heart-felt words telling the real story of the greatest sacrifice in all of human history finding ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
Methinks this World is oddly made, And ev'ry thing's amiss, A dull presuming Atheist said, As stretch'd he lay beneath ...
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
The Gentian has a parched Corolla -- Like azure dried 'Tis Nature's buoyant juices Beatified -- Without a vaunt or ...
How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn't care about Careers And Exigencies never ...
she is so intense in her fear: her nostrils quiver at the scent of society's danger; caught in the glare ...
It is what recurs that we believe, your face not at one moment looking sideways up at me anguished or ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams, Whom kingdoms on this day should hail; An inmate in the casual shed, On ...
Unspeakable. The word that fills up the poem, that the head tries to excise. At 6 a.m., the wet lion. ...
Inside Ayers Rock is lit with paired fluorescent lights on steel pillars supporting the ceiling of haze-blue marquee cloth high ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
IF I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again- Read from the ...
If I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again- Read from the ...
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