Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Against the enormous rocks of a rough coast The ocean rams itself in pitched assault And spastic rage to which ...
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of ...
Between us now and here - Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life's flushest feather - Who ...
Between us now and here-- Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life's flushest feather-- Who see the ...
The dance of the pipers, the plovers at the surf, the edge of the sea ever racing at the surf ...
Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say-- Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
A dented spider like a snow drop white On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
A witless gallant a young wench that woo'd (Yet his dull spirit her not one jot could move), Entreated me, ...
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky that extended forever from our valley to the unfathomably distant ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
NO coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
Come with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles, as we go; Bubbles bright as ever Hope Drew from ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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