Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
How shall she know the worship we would do her? The walls are high, and she is very far. How ...
We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me ...
WHEN I look forth at dawning, pool, Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to look at me Like chastened ...
do you think an old heart can't sing do you think an old heart can't dance with a love that ...
discontented, pulled too far our desires, off-kilter estrangement from God our lives out of balance no sense of peace stretched, ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
She wrapped a paper towel around his softened cock in what he thought was quaint affection, that was new, an ...
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
I Stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still: When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead. And my ...
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
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