Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes: `Oh! ...
For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood -- For excellent intention That did not turn to good; From ancient ...
We nailed the hands long ago, Wove the thorns, took up the scourge and shouted For excitement's sake, we stood ...
My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
Pan came out of the woods one day,-- His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray ...
--New Orleans, November 1910 Four weeks have passed since I left, and still I must write to you of no ...
I dance in circles holding the moth of the marriage, thin, sticky, fluttering its skirts, its webs. The moth oozing ...
A poem moves forward, Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of ...
SEVEN nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death. It was the first week in August, Nineteen Hundred ...
Do not enforce the tired wolf Dragging his infected wound homeward To sit tonight with the warm children Naming the ...
Could he have made Priscilla share The paradise that he had planned, Llewellyn would have loved his wife As well ...
The door of winter is frozen shut, and like the bodies of long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned wherever the ...
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain For a business trip ...
In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour, When in the firelight steadily aglow, Joined slackly, we beheld the ...
In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour, When in the firelight steadily aglow, Joined slackly, we beheld the ...
WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze, And bats begin their jerky skimming flight, And the ...
WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze, And bats begin their jerky skimming flight, And the ...
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
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