A Ballad of Footmen (Amy Lowell Poem)
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
Let me be at the place of the castle. Let the castle be within me. Let it rise foursquare from ...
New Year's morning: the ducks on the pond quack and quack. (Kobayashi Issa)
Ducks bobbing on the water-- are they also, tonight, hoping to get lucky? (Kobayashi Issa)
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
seven lacqueur ducks on a silver pond their rippling held in a moveless ...
Four ducks, before mid-morning sitting, facing the sun, wings hugging against their bodies sitting still in the sunbeams warming the ...
A mat of green, burgundy, and brown Covered the skin of the once open water Of the marsh, cut off ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
First the Governor, the Father: He suggested velvet curtains looped about a massy pillar; And the corner of a table, ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
Washing the hoe-- ripples on the water; far off, wild ducks. (Yosa Buson)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
In Saginaw, in Saginaw, The wind blows up your feet, When the ladies' guild puts on a feed, There's beans ...
There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark, Above the tossing of the pines, above the ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing. I want to fill it with color and ducks, The zoo ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
'Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said, "It's time I worked for my daily bread. Out in the ...
The scenery of Baldovan Is most lovely to see, Near by Dighty Water, Not far from Dundee. 'Tis health for ...
Beautiful city of Edinburgh! Where the tourist can drown his sorrow By viewing your monuments and statues fine During the ...
Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind, The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky, And ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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