An Aquarium (Amy Lowell Poem)
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me -- How Kinsmen fell -- Brothers and Sister -- who preferred the ...
No matter -- now -- Sweet -- But when I'm Earl -- Won't you wish you'd spoken To that dull ...
While the sun stops, or seems to, to define a term for the indeterminable, the human aspect, here in the ...
As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood, That crests its Head with clouds, beneath the flood Feeds its deep ...
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
DUSK wraps the village in its dim caress; Each chimney's vapour, like a thin grey rod, Mounting aloft through miles ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come Can yet the ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the ...
Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging, continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten veins of fire deep in the earth ...
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
If ever I saw blessing in the air I see it now in this still early day Where lemon-green the ...
Early March. The cold beach deserted. My kids home in a bare house, bundled up and listening to rock music ...
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