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 ...
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupation, ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
The shell of objects inwardly consumed Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes; Such sense hath Fire to waste the ...
May the aspirations the hopes of the peoples may we be witnessing holy protest May the people remain united non-violent ...
Nothing of value all is dross the harvest of the world nothing but waste Nothing of value nothing at all ...
Not on tablets of stone that can crumble not on books or scrolls that can burn or be forgotten Written ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Listen, The wind is still, And far away in the night -- See! The uplands fill With a running light. ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
To pile like Thunder to its close Then crumble grand away While Everything created hid This -- would be Poetry ...
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable 'Twould crumble with the weight. (Emily Dickinson)
And here the precious dust is laid; Whose purely-temper'd clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd. Else ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone, And the way was laid so certainly, that, ...
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air ...
If ever I am old, and all alone, I shall have killed one grief, at any rate; For then, thank ...
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth ...
You who live secure In your warm houses Who return at evening to find Hot food and friendly faces: Consider ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
The Moon's the North Wind's cooky. He bites it, day by day, Until there's but a rim of scraps That ...
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