The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
(For the Rev. Edward F. Garesche, S. J.) There was a little maiden In blue and silver drest, She sang ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
I The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder, The wing trails like a banner in defeat, ...
The snow is melting and the village is flooded with children. (Kobayashi Issa)
This air is flooded with her. I am a boy again, and my mother and I lie on wet grass, ...
A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
Processes of the land, of the water, the air of plants, of animals, of man natural processes, those of man, ...
At the first hour, it was as if one said, "Arise." At the second hour, it was as if one ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
I'll tell you an old-fashioned story That Grandfather used to relate, Of a joiner and building contractor; 'Is name, it ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
The fragrance of the pink lotus fails, the jade mat hints of autumn. Softly I unfasten my silk cloak, Who ...
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
Since now from woodland mist and flooded clay I am fled beside the steep Devonian shore, Nor stand for welcome ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Let us cease our idle chatter, Let the tears bedew our cheek, For a man from Tallangatta Has been missing ...
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like ...
Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no subject And be sustained upon the style ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
If Mary had known When she held her Babe's hands in her own Little hands that were tender and white ...
We were out on the hills that night To watch our sheep; Drowsily by the fire we lay Where the ...
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