The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over the line and slapping my ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
My "place of clear water," the first hill in the world where springs washed into the shiny grass and darkened ...
Any poets about or bored muses fancying a day out? Rainy, windy, cold Leeds City Station Half-way through its slow ...
As milled silver I was welcome In every gutter, tinkling over cobbles I rang the truth loudly on solid-oak counters ...
I Through my bedroom window The coal carts jolted over the cobbles A slow heavy rhythm full, Light and fast ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
Poems do not always satisfy the soul, The feel of cobbles underfoot is at this moment more Than all of ...
From the French of Andr? Fr?naud France was born there and it is from there she sings Of Joan of ...
Memories bursting like tears or waves On some lonely Adriatic shore Beating again and again Threshings of green sea foam ...
I sat on a low stone wall Watching the blue blood of the azaleas Spatter on Haworth's cobbles. A seamless ...
They have vanished, the pop men with their varnished crates Of Tizer and dandy, American ice-cream soda and one percent ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
(The Dark Side) My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out, Eight days of hunger, ...
Mondays, way before dawn, before even the first hint of blue in the windows, we'd hear it start, off the ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
In Rome on the Campo di Fiori Baskets of olives and lemons, Cobbles spattered with wine And the wreckage of ...
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