Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
To say I'm without fear-- It wouldn't be true. I'm afraid of sickness, humiliation. Like anyone, I have my dreams. ...
Mary in the garden in her naked pain raw emotion the Savior gone away Unaware of his presence until he ...
Hearts open sharing with us raw emotion telling their story that we may hear the message God's message of love ...
Outside my closed window the cold winds howling a palpable reminding of the changes now So much of this emotion ...
The morning uncertain not sure of its emotion in the grip of the shadows darkness all around waking late this ...
Trying to capture the moments the sensory overloads Real and alive dripping with emotion So much of what I am ...
His body, his face, in a posture of prayer emotion no longer visible truly dying to himself, utterly praying in ...
In dying to ourselves, peeling our masks off, bare, raw, pure authentic emotion sharing with our brothers, our sisters True ...
A picture may speak a thousand words but some stories, told well living without pictures Visual words, conjure images, memories, ...
In a lot of ways that was the greatest compliment I could have been given at that moment in that ...
He brought tears to my eyes, so quickly this time, because he paused caught me with the pacing, the cadence ...
I see your face when I close my eyes. Every feature, every emotion Fills me with joy. Your smile thrills ...
I saw love today In goodbye Sorrow Hope For union in eternity A husband wasting, overtaken Reaper alongside Wife losing ...
Pandora's Box Burst open a year ago today Because you gave us an assignment To read a poem. I took ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
To W. R. B. And so, to you, who always were Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot To me, I give these weedy ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I'M like some king in whose corrupted veins Flows ag?d blood; who rules a land of rains; Who, young in ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
All or Nothing The final race. the final decision All disgrace or fortune all Either I fall or I stand ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
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