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 ...
The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute. From my bed I can hear him, And the round ...
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
As I glazed upon Your stars, And the glory of Your moon; Filled with peace inside me, In hope Your ...
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
You mustn't show weakness and you've got to have a tan. But sometimes I feel like the thin veils of ...
My mouth hovers across your breasts in the short grey winter afternoon in this bed we are delicate and touch ...
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of ...
With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners Lined up for ...
Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free, Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod, Blows the wild wind, ...
Now this is the story of Olaf Who ages and ages ago Lived right on the top of a mountain, ...
Oh something just now must be happening there! That suddenly and quiveringly here, Amid the city's noises, I must think ...
Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, ...
I The angels guide him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The little boy ...
The dew, the rain and moonlight All prove our Father's mind. The dew, the ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
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