Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy For every one of ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
1918Being the Words of the Tune Hummed at Her Lathe by Mrs. L. Embsay, Widow The fans and the beltings ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear, And pardon that thy secrets should be ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
The poet wishes well to the divine genius of Purcell and praises him that, whereas other musicians have given utterance ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
THE queen in the lofty hall takes her place, The tapers around her are flaming; She speaks to the page: ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
A neighborhood on their front stoops open doors for those who can't afford don't have fans, air conditioners foreign tongues, ...
Falsetto, rain on me Pull me in, and the crowd Under the tent, before you Feeling the words Wash over ...
WITH such a Pulse, with such disorder'd Veins, Such lab'ring Breath, as thy Disease constrains; With failing Eyes, that scarce ...
The first speaker said Fear fire. Fear furnaces Incinerators, the city dump The faint scratch of a match. The second ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
HERE is the chamber consecrate, Wherein this maiden delicate, And enigmatically sedate, Fans herself while the moments creep, Upon her ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Am I waking, am I sleeping? As the first faint dawn comes creeping Thro' the pane, I am aware Of ...
The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window The tassel of the blind swings ...
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