Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
1 I move my hand over slopes, falls, lumps of sight, Lashes barely able to be touched, Lips that give ...
I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, ...
When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves ...
A mason came forth and said, "Speak to us of Houses." And he answered and said: Build of your imaginings ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
To hold a damaged sparrow under water until you feel it die is to know a small something about the ...
By your unnumbered charities A miracle disclose, Lord of the Images, whose love The eyelids and the rose Takes for ...
When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should appear, The lips may beguile, With a ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
SLEEP is a maker of makers. Birds sleep. Feet cling to a perch. Look at the balance. Let the legs ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
Each strips his own skin Each bares his own constellation Which has never seen the night Each fills his skin ...
As the gods began one world, and man another, So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
It was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, After the hard day's shearing, passing the joke along: ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers. White clouds refused to accept them, and the wind ...
The air lay soffly on the green fur of the almond, it was April and I said, I begin again ...
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