Spring Day (Amy Lowell Poem)
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
Sitting in Quietude in that time of darkness after noon on that day when Christ was on the cross Darkness ...
There in the foreign land mired in the mud his convicting moment aware of his sin Knowing what he had ...
The sadness heavy hanging down on her a lead cloak draped over her frame Hope turned to sadness weighing her ...
Frost on the fields draped on the weeds the milkweed, the bramble the vines, the reeds casting shadows in the ...
The altar draped in ashes and sackcloth the lights dimmed as the sky was that day All of creation crying ...
We, disciples of the Lord saved by his choice redeemed by his sacrifice Clothe us in love the mantle, the ...
Looking out my office window cold clear December morning snow, ice, still covering some of the lawn across the yard, ...
The cold wet granite smooth over the ages wrapped in the warmth a blanket of moss draped by the hands ...
Laying down, melted stretched out, draped atop the cool radiator in a beam of light his orange fur aglow Drinking ...
Profound abandonment that moment of pain genuine human suffering the cry of our Lord hanging, dying on the cross Crying ...
The simple table, set, waiting natural cloth smoothed over the surface A loaf, a cup shrouded simple white linen draped ...
The altar this morning draped, brightened by living water, by the royal stain of His blood vivid shimmering color, textured, ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight and as I lean against the door of sleep I begin to ...
The Renaissance men are aging now, having survived Industrialization's Original Sin and the Information Age flood; The need for specialization ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
Scarlet as the cloth draped over a sword, white as steaming rice, blue as leschenaultia, old curried towns, the frog ...
Two Workmen were carrying a sheet of asbestos down the main street of Dingle; it must have been nailed, at ...
The road led straight to the temple. Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. The huge doors were closed. I ...
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