A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
All summer I heard them rustling in the shrubbery, outracing me from tier to tier in my garden, a whisper ...
the sky sinks its blue teeth into the mountains. Rising on pure will (the lurch & lift-off, the sudden swing ...
Bottomless pits. There's on in Castleton, and stout upholders of our law and order one day thought its depth worth ...
The church flings forth a battled shade Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I paid My all ...
(i) absinthe makes the hurt grow fonder the green fairy burbles what's this 'ere when vincent (sozzled) knifes his lug ...
the two hands of me make inimical gestures that only long after betray the one tune though they have the ...
And so I look back still thinking of her with painful heart, this clench of inner flesh. -Kakinomoto Hitomaro from ...
Either at my friend's daughter's sixteen-year-old body dumped on the morgue slab, T-shirt stuck fast to one ripped breast I ...
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
Complete abandon unbridled joy the collie running as fast as its legs would go oblivious to the world around people ...
The pastor's message, his sermon a real conversation, about real life his eye surgery the thread of the sermon, the ...
Living, moving, dangling earrings, hanging from the earlobes, amber, subtle, delicate, so are the oak blooms on the old tree ...
It was cold this morning, cut into you cold my open suit coat, thin dress white shirt not quite up ...
Under the canopy over the lake on the flat surface of the pier next to the boat moored there I ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming ...
MY honor'd Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet's weal; Ah! now sma' heart hae I to speel ...
Windows pampered like princes always see what on occasion deigns to trouble us: the city that, time and again, where ...
I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree And wore them all that evening in my hair: Then in due ...
Cold frosty mornings Ice on window pain Huddle under coats keep the warmth in Tiptoe down the stairs all quiet ...
I have heard about the civilized, the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are ...
The first ones were attached to my dress at the waist, one on either side, right at the point where ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
He hangs on dangling handholds As the train sways and careens Endless nondescript buildings unfold Their secrets as the tired ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...
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