J–K. Huysmans (Amy Lowell Poem)
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
Obedient daily dress, You cannot always keep That unfakable young surface. You must learn your lines - Anger, amusement, sleep; ...
What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose It's more ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
An orchard, a forest endless, continuous the gardener pleading that they, that we would not be cut down The gardener ...
It was one time in the temple, two intertwined stories, continuous moments seamlessly woven by the master to the listening ...
Controlled chaos Sharp angles Ripped colors Shapes alternating Sharp and subdued Tragedy And rage Pulled onto page Within a Continuous ...
Reverend Brown told me some of the stories the history of these hallowed grounds Where generations pitched their tents around ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great ...
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing, And ...
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes, and in the Styx, aka zone six. That's where ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous ...
God, God! With a child's voice I cry, Weak, sad, confidingly- God, God! Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up ...
This morning, between two branches of a tree Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry ...
From the metal poppy this good blast of trance arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down, worst in a boarding-house ...
If an inaudible whistle blown between our lips can send him home to us, then silence is perhaps the sound ...
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