After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok (Amy Lowell Poem)
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
In Ocean's wide domains, Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains, With shackled feet and hands. Beyond the ...
Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, To ease the strong of their burden, to ...
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech And be as high as he: I stretched an arm within his reach, ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
Living inside himself Able to be at peace In cramped quarters Defined a part Only in the Service for a ...
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Sweeping the chords of Hellas with firm hand, He wakes lost echoes from song's classic shore, And brings their crystal ...
His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
Earth's winter cometh And I being part of all And sith the spirit of all moveth in me I must ...
My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by Despair ...
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