Afternoon Rain in State Street (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things ...
Some things I do not profess to understand, perhaps not wanting to, including whatever it was they did with you ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
1898 Being a translation of the song that was made by a Mohammedanschoolmaster of Bengal Infantry (some time on service ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
They have little tractors in their blood and all day the tractors climb up and down inside their arms and ...
Peeling away the curtain that blocks them from the outside world the world of crickets, of wind, of gulls, of ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a ...
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them ...
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked why existence felt so small, so purposeless, like a minnow wriggling feebly ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
MY curse upon your venom'd stang, That shoots my tortur'd gums alang, An' thro' my lug gies mony a twang, ...
here I am in the ground my mouth open and I can't even say mama, and the dogs run by ...
I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk: One, the house I built on the hill, With its spires, bay ...
So here the great man stood, fermenting malice and poems we have to be nearly as fierce against ourselves as ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
My parents thought that I would be As great as Edison or greater: For as a boy I made balloons ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
No engines shrieking rescue storm the night, And hose and hydrant cannot here avail; The flames laugh high and fling ...
I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the ...
The sun came up before breakfast, perfectly round and yellow, and we dressed in the soft light and shook out ...
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