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 ...
I own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, ...
Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving ...
Sometimes I wish I were still out on the back porch, drinking jet fuel with the boys, getting louder and ...
(in china it is symbolic of darkness and the new moon) in your night's hollow the tiger stalks black grasses ...
Hot summer eve watching by the lawn, the field dancing light in the grasses the fireflies showing their finery climbing ...
When did his star stop shining, in the night what guided the wise men, was there a night shadow the ...
I lay back in My lover's arms On the porch Under a star filled sky. How close I felt to ...
As bamboo chill drifts into the bedroom, Moonlight fills every corner of our Garden. Heavy dew beads and trickles. Stars ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse, minutes of a barbaric condescension. --Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees, ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
One shows me how to lie down in a field of clover. Another how to slip my hand under her ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
THE serpents are asleep among the poppies, The fireflies light the soundless panther's way To tangled paths where shy gazelles ...
When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri. When she says quixotic she means mercurial. And when she says, "I'll never ...
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