The Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Those groans men use passing a woman on the street or on the steps of the subway to tell her ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Clusters of lights over empty chairs That face each other, coloured differently. Through ...
The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run, in our motel room half-way through Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, ...
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with ...
Nothing so much as a beautiful exposed skeleton, standing tall, all erect so were the stately trees, going down the ...
Painful steps, unfathomable, perhaps To walk through those doors Into a familiar foreign place A necessary evil, or is it ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
Can we believe -- by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in ...
One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted -- One need not be a House -- The Brain ...
The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath An embassy. Their ...
Walking along the corridors of imagination, free and alone forever, as when he was and didn't know he was a ...
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
My hand, a little raised, might press a star- Where I may look, the frosted peaks are spun, So shaped ...
An odor has remained among the sugarcane: a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating petal that brings nausea. Between ...
Whereas at morning in a Jeweled Crown I bit my fingers and was hard to please, Having shook disaster till ...
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...
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