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 ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
What is thy thought of me? What is thy feeling? Lov'st thou the veil of sense, Or its revealing? Leav'st ...
WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The ...
Once upon a time there was a person He was walking along He met the full burning moon Rolling slowly ...
we say blame the teachers don't we send our young to school to be taught the simple rules for decent ...
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work." And he answered, saying: You work that you may keep pace ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand ...
The wisdom of nature the choice of natural selection so much at a young age to comprehend, hard to fully ...
The crushing force the snipers using their weapons firing on the mourners the peaceful in the streets Captive people crying ...
Layer upon layer heavy, crushing Christ putting on the fabric of sin for His walk on the earth Turning in ...
The crushing truth, the indictment, the judgment the fall of Jerusalem, before the great I Am the people forgetting, ignoring ...
His life as our model through the pain, the struggles the crushing realities of life when there is nowhere else ...
The flyer at the store a new zoo in town I loaded up my monster truck Almost ran over the ...
The moment had come the betrayer on the way alone in the garden Christ going to pray Crushing sorrow that ...
Take this cup he cried out in pain knowing this future The crushing sorrow the suffering to come Strengthened by ...
Maybe the metaphor shouldn't be pebbles thrown into the pond; maybe the more apt analogy the hope, and the trepidation ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
I thought of how a whale's white ribs could choke the sky's blue neck, massive vertebrae half-buried in sand, and ...
Warm rain and soft breeze by turns Have just broken And driven away the chill. Moist as the pussy willows, ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams, Whom kingdoms on this day should hail; An inmate in the casual shed, On ...
And yet, because thou overcomest so, Because thou art more noble and like a king, Thou canst prevail against my ...
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