A Japanese Wood-Carving (Amy Lowell Poem)
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
Cut grass lies frail: Brief is the breath Mown stalks exhale. Long, long the death It dies in the white ...
You do not come dramatically, with dragons That rear up with my life between their paws And dash me butchered ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
Some things I do not profess to understand, perhaps not wanting to, including whatever it was they did with you ...
O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped! The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung On wands; the ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, ...
THERE was a giant in time of old, A mighty one was he; He had a wife, but she was ...
This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
A woman's taking her late-afternoon walk on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists and houses with gravel driveways sit back among ...
The Jay his Castanet has struck Put on your muff for Winter The Tippet that ignores his voice Is impudent ...
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream -- ...
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
Autumn moonlight-- a worm digs silently into the chestnut. (Matsuo Basho)
Spring: A hill without a name Veiled in morning mist. The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile -- ...
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, ...
From bristly foliage you fell complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany, as perfect as a violin newly born of the treetops, ...
An ancient chestnut's blossoms threw Their heavy odour over two: Leucippe, it is said, was one; The other, then, was ...
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