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 ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
The white moth to the closing bine, The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy ...
Between two nights the brief day. The farm is there. And in the thicket, a snare the hunter set for ...
ONCE two persons uninvited Came to join my dinner table; For the nonce they lived united, Fox and crane yclept ...
is by admitting or opening away. This is the simplest form of current: Blue moving through blue; blue through purple; ...
HLF, August 8, 1918-August 22, 1997 "Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our ...
A monument, long in coming of some open scar tissue a stain on our lives chapter of evil when we ...
LE garçon délabré qui n'a rien à faire Que de se gratter les doigts et se pencher sur mon épaule: ...
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
It was no place for the faithless, so I felt a little odd walking the marshland with my daughters, Canada ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Darkened his eye, his wild smile disappeared, inapprehensible his studies grew, nourished he less & less his subject body with ...
Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle Sur l'esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis, Et que ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
I took leave of you, old friend, at the Yellow Crane Pavilion; In the mist and bloom of March, you ...
I came here a wanderer thinking of home, remembering my far away Ch'ang-an. And then, from deep in Yellow Crane ...
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by ...
Striding through the gates of learning, Wrapped warmly in her black abaya, Modestly cloaked head to toe, Not a hair ...
Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge ...
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
For the sake of some things That be now no more I will strew rushes On my chamber-floor, I will ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
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