Skunk Hour (Robert Lowell Poem)
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire? It isn't standin' up to charge nor lyin' ...
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by ...
The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is. Betty from the telephone company, who's not concerned with the ...
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
Every morning the sad girl brings her three sheep and two lambs laggardly to the top of the valley, past ...
Night covers the pond with its wing. Under the ringed moon I can make out your face swimming among minnows ...
A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were ...
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried, Too lazy, almost, to sink ...
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. ...
The hill pasture, an open place among the trees, tilts into the valley. The clovers and tall grasses are in ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
The sun descending in the west. The evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest, And I ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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