How I Consulted The Oracle Of The Goldfishes (James Russell Lowell Poems)
What know we of the world immenseBeyond the narrow ring of sense?What should we know, who lounge aboutThe house we ...
What know we of the world immenseBeyond the narrow ring of sense?What should we know, who lounge aboutThe house we ...
A SKY of wind! And while these fitful gustsAre beating round the windows in the cold,With sullen sobs of rain, ...
On a very round plate of real porcelainan apple posesface to face with ita painter of realityvainly tries to paintthe ...
The bell-rope that gathers God at dawnDispatches me as though I dropped down the knellOf a spent day - to ...
When there wakes any wind to shake this place,This wave-hemmed atom of land on which I dwell,My fancy conquers time, ...
I. UNDER THE TREES.There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapesOf this and this occasion, sisterlyIn their resemblances, each effigyCrowned with the ...
YOU ruffled black blossom,You glossy dark wind.Your sort of gorgeousness,Dark and lustrousAnd skinny repulsiveAnd poppy-glossy,Is the gorgeousness that evokes my ...
CHLORINDA in the slipping gown Unblushingly parades her soul For clinical inspection as Example of the Sapphic r?le;While Doris shudders ...
"O WILD heart, track the land's perfume, Beach-roses and moor-heather! All fragrances of herb and bloom Fail, out ...
505I would not paint-a picture-I'd rather be the OneIts bright impossibilityTo dwell-delicious-on-And wonder how the fingers feelWhose rare-celestial-stir-Evokes so sweet ...
Near the Cimmerian land, deep-caverned, liesA hollow mount, the home of sluggish Sleep;Where never ray from morn or evening skiesCan ...
Designed like a military map, the letter forms M and S dominate this composition. M refers to the word "Marne" ...
I do not care to talk to you although Your speech evokes a thousand sympathies, And all my being's silent ...
Since I stroll in the woods more often than on this frequented path, it's usually trees I observe; but among ...
I must return to that valley of vision, gather again to me flocks, crescent moon and star; God - let ...
I would not paint -- a picture -- I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell -- delicious ...
The Poetry School, The Poetry Book Society, The Poetry Business: So much poetry about you'd think I'd want to shout, ...
I Once, when a boy, I killed a cat. I guess it's just because of that A cat evokes my ...
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