Home After Three Months Away (Robert Lowell Poem)
Gone now the baby's nurse, a lioness who ruled the roost and made the Mother cry. She used to tie ...
Gone now the baby's nurse, a lioness who ruled the roost and made the Mother cry. She used to tie ...
See you the ferny ride that steals Into the oak-woods far? O that was whence they hewed the keels That ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
Macaroni and cheese, boxes sitting on the counter, waiting for the water to boil Little pearls of gas, building on ...
The loon and I Alone on the lake Below the threatening sky. He watches me warily. His red eye afire. ...
A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land - Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! A snug little berth in that ...
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War In which we each were Conqueror And each of us were slain And Centuries ...
The Road to Paradise is plain, And holds scarce one. Not that it is not firm But we presume A ...
And so I had a glaring revelation, I couldn't find the poet in the man although I read his life ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
A black ringlet curls to lie at the nape of her neck, glistening with sweat in the evaporate moonlight ... ...
In our dainty little kitchen, Where my aproned wife is queen Over all the tin-pan people, In a realm exceeding ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
A little child stood thinking, sorrowfully and ill at ease, In a forest beneath the branches of the tall pine ...
There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee Wealth of ...
We told her that her far off shore was bleak and dour to view, And that her sky was dull ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
Along the strand stones, busted shells, wood scraps, bottle tops, dimpled and stainless beer cans. Something began here a century ...
MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS (On hearing she was leaving the moving-pictures for the stage.) Mary Pickford, doll divine, Year by year, and ...
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