The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Lying apart now, each in a separate bed, He with a book, keeping the light on late, She like a ...
Each day, each hour the challenge of God's love the call of God's grace to walk with you each day ...
Not a destination save for heaven above the journey of our faith a testament to love God's grace descending falling ...
Only through the narrow gate following the way of our Lord focused on our goal, our destination to go home ...
calling me further venturing out into the ocean, deeper as if they had gone there before sisters together first time ...
The seasons of life, The moments, parsed out in time Time for everything, everything under heaven metered out by the ...
Like an army general on parade reviewing the troops in the convoy tooling down the highway into battle I drove ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
At dawn I dreamed of wispy clouds, I had the time to wield and watched the regimented lines of cirrus ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
Behind, perhaps, let the sea blow. Let some word blow outside every destination of slime, rust. Perhaps ointments from Avicenna, ...
The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral ...
They pointed me out on the highway, and they said 'That man has a curious way of holding his head.' ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
Now ye gallant Sydney boys, who have left your household joys To march across the sea in search of glory, ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
I bought a run a while ago, On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- The Upper ...
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
Moored to the same ring: The hour, the darkness and I, Our compasses hooded like falcons. Now the memory of ...
I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me -- A boat with a furled sail at ...
I cannot and I will not No, I cannot love you less Like the flower to the butterfly The corsage ...
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