The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason. That's why the taste of it drove us from Eden. That ...
The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole ...
a nearby field provides the plants sometimes with a wild profusion (organisation seems a long way off) it takes an ...
the day was as grey as the abbey the light that filtered through the glass had no disturbing shine about ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
The necks of the ferns the fiddleheads opening like the wings of butterflies the blood making them rigid the ferns ...
The afternoon changing the sound of the water the shimmer of the rain ringing in my ears the sheets of ...
Entering Lent, reverently standing on the mountaintop with them praying for revival transforming my vision conformed to my God Looking ...
Even filtered sunlight, through the storm clouds, wedges of sun, piercing through the sidewalk, the driveway, the sleet, snow giving ...
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
This morning, that spring morning light, something special, magical, the low dim, soft light illumining the treetops, the nascent buds, ...
It has been said that history isn't written by who was in the right; but by who was left, after ...
Just fallen petals in the wet green grass shimmering in the late afternoon filtered sunlight after the rain rich color, ...
A space in the dark untrammeled woods Off the path Under the watch of maples and birch A bed of ...
Showers of New Snow Light powder of confectionary sugar Filtered down through the night air On forest and field Oak ...
And then life; and once again A house where I was born. Around us The granary above what once had ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
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