The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
THIS love puts all humanity from me; I can but maledict her, pray her dead, For giving love and getting ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
Slow dancing together fused as one living in the heartwood until the song is done Arms to the heavens bodies ...
Lead and wood Fused for a purpose Life changes In blackened ovals Shading, within the lines Fear, struggle. Am I ...
Did you see it, feel it did you stop and notice soak it in, taste it? I paused, scanned The ...
The rusted old barbed wire oozed into the flesh of the young pine becoming one with the living skin lost ...
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
'Twas on an iron, icy day I saw a pirate gull down-plane, And hover in a wistful way Nigh where ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
France is the fairest land on earth, Lovely to heart's desire, And twice a year I span its girth, Its ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
She has not yet been born: she is music and word, and therefore the untorn, fabric of what is stirred. ...
Whoever thou art who passest by Know that my father was gentle, And my mother was violent, While I was ...
Yours is the shame and sorrow, But the disgrace is mine; Your love was dark and thorough, Mine was the ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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