To a Friend (Amy Lowell Poem)
I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never ...
I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never ...
Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Clusters of lights over empty chairs That face each other, coloured differently. Through ...
I I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs around: "Wherefore, old friends," said I, "are ...
MY DEAR LADY GRANVILLE,-- THE reluctance which must naturally be felt by any one in venturing to give to the ...
The one who existed before all else was created God's love come down come to the earth, to save the ...
Before Christ lived on the earth God breathed and the Word was born the Word of God breathed into life ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
Much like me, you make your way forward, Walking with downturned eyes. Well, I too kept mine lowered. Passer-by, stop ...
ON the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song, As ...
There were two little girls, neither handsome nor plain; One's name was Eliza, the other's was Jane: They were both ...
Write it. Write. In ordinary ink on ordinary paper: they were given no food, they all died of hunger. "All. ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
No. It can't be. No! You too, beloved? Why? What for? Darling, look - I came, I brought flowers, but, ...
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