The Matrix (Amy Lowell Poem)
Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock ...
Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote ...
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run ...
Over the surging tides and the mountain kingdoms, Over the pastoral valleys and the meadows, Over the cities with their ...
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur, I had a vision once - though you understand It was ...
There, in the corner, staring at his drink. The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam, Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead ...
In this blue light I can take you there, snow having made me a world of bone seen through to. ...
I -- A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under ...
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near ...
The life, the word the living Christ the one who was to come who came to set us free Preaching ...
No longer followers only cloistered in the upper room ready to act, to go, to do to spread his loving ...
Wherever we work, let the Lord be glorified in our daily lives, in the office, the factory, in the home, ...
He said his name was Billy, he worked in the same spot in this place the same spot he said ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
From Bermondsey to Wandsworth So many churches are, Some with apsidal chancels, Some Perpendicular And schools by E.R. Robson In ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
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