The Red Lacquer Music-Stand (Amy Lowell Poem)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
What though, for showing truth to flattered state, Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he, In his immortal ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
'O WHICH is the last rose?' A blossom of no name. At midnight the snow came; At daybreak a vast ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
What is left now that we've used the last excuse, what is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best ...
Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar, a sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended from ...
Upon Bottle Miche the autre day While yet the nuit was early, Je met a homme whose barbe was grey, ...
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
IS there a whim-inspirèd fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
No. It can't be. No! You too, beloved? Why? What for? Darling, look - I came, I brought flowers, but, ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
The lion remembers the forest, The lion in chains; To the bird that is captive a vision Of woodland remains. ...
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
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