Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were--the ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Why did you give no hint that night That quickly after the morrow's dawn, And calmly, as if indifferent quite, ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
The world ablaze sitting at flashpoint the tinder ready ready to ignite Change, ablaze coming into view freedom, protest in ...
The earth at the beginning a true blue planet covered completely with endless seas shrouded with the waters under the ...
Deserting the savior their shepherd and master running away into the night leaving him in their hands The disciples in ...
So many other choices a range of other outcomes what he could have done in that moment of decision at ...
Not fleeing from the Pharaoh roasting the lamb whole blood on the doorframes the birth of our people sitting around ...
We are never really told the story of his unknown youth most of his life a mystery Called to the ...
Beyond the pale of memory, In some mysterious dusky grove; A place of shadows utterly, Where never coos the turtle-dove, ...
Upon a Lilac Sea To toss incessantly His Plush Alarm Who fleeing from the Spring The Spring avenging fling To ...
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines. When ich when was ever not in trouble? But did he whip out ...
Our wounds to time, from all the other times, sea-times slow, the times of galaxies fleeing, the dwarfs' dead times, ...
Darkened his eye, his wild smile disappeared, inapprehensible his studies grew, nourished he less & less his subject body with ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS (On hearing she was leaving the moving-pictures for the stage.) Mary Pickford, doll divine, Year by year, and ...
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