Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
for Greg Fallon A kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window. I don't think anyone notices the afternoon ...
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Psalm 22 When fever burned the last light out of my ...
What did I study in your School of Night? When your mouth's first unfathomable yes Opened your body to be ...
High on a slope in New Guinea The Grumman Hellcat lodges among bright vines as thick as arms. In 1943, ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
Okay, it felt a lot like a lot more than a cold breeze a frigid arctic blast, more like it, ...
Maybe those who believe A piece of your soul Is stolen with each photograph taken Are right Reflecting back over ...
Clenched knuckles On my steering wheel A red light above me A black pickup - A wall before me No ...
My heart leapt At the sound of your voice Your number on my phone's screen This morning, today Your voice ...
Vivid memory Twenty-five years past Her hands Old, blotched, tired Gripped the sheet metal Chair below her White knuckles Held ...
We both have our hands to give Take mine I shall lead you afar I have lived several times my ...
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Her predatory eye, the single feral iris, scans. Her raptor beak, all jagged sharp-edged thrust, juts. Her hard talon, clenched ...
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief? Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite, And the vague terrors of ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
LORD ADVOCATEHE clenched his pamphlet in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, Till, in a declamation-mist, His argument he ...
I thought he was dumb, said he was dumb, Yet I've heard him cry. First faint scream, Out of life's ...
The little pansies by the road have turned Away their purple faces and their gold, And evening has taken all ...
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
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