The Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead, 'Tis time the people passed a law ...
Oh, never let on to your own true love That ever you drank a drop; That ever you played in ...
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
I do not think of you lying in the wet clay Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see You walking down ...
As though it were reluctant to be day, .......Morning deploys a scale .......Of rarities in gray, And winter settles down ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
Some gentlemen are floating in the meadow over the yellow grass. They seem to hover by those wonderful blue little ...
How blind the toil that burrows like the mole, In winding graveyard pathways underground, For Browning's lineage! What if men ...
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
To bear a weight that cannot be borne, Sisyphus, even you aren't that strong, Although your heart cannot be torn ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
These little Songs, Found here and there, Floating in air By forest and lea, Or hill-side heather, In houses and ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
I shall come back without fanfaronade Of wailing wind and graveyard panoply; But, trembling, slip from cool Eternity- A mild ...
Ghosts of all my lovely sins, Who attend too well my pillow, Gay the wanton rain begins; Hide the limp ...
He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide, He was just a wand'ring mongrel from ...
THE moon resumed all heaven now, She shepherded the stars below Along her wide, white steeps of snow, Nor stooped ...
A good man is seized by the police and spirited away. Months later someone brags that he shot him once ...
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