White and Green (Amy Lowell Poem)
Hey! My daffodil-crowned, Slim and without sandals! As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness So my eyeballs are startled ...
Hey! My daffodil-crowned, Slim and without sandals! As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness So my eyeballs are startled ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands! Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his ...
a soft wind through an LA window a goddess of a promised life transparent on the other side begs me ...
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
Two evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, ...
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place your sight can knock on, echoing; but here within this thick ...
1. A conversation begins with a lie. and each speaker of the so-called common language feels the ice-floe split, the ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
What soul would bargain for a cure that brings Contempt the nobler agony to kill? Rather let me bear on ...
What soul would bargain for a cure that brings Contempt the nobler agony to kill? Rather let me bear on ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
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