J–K. Huysmans (Amy Lowell Poem)
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Always we are following a light, Always the light recedes; with groping hands We stretch toward this glory, while the ...
Lead us, Evolution, lead us Up the future's endless stair; Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us. For stagnation ...
Groping back to bed after a piss I part the thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
In this evil year, autumn comes early... I walk by night in the field, alone, the rain clatters, The wind ...
a. Not of all my eyes see, wandering on the world, Is anything a milk to the mind so, so ...
My own heart let me have more have pity on; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, Charitable; ...
Bother Bulleys, let us sing From the dawn till evening! - For we know not that we go not When ...
Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than ...
I "O Time, whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours, As of one who all unwittingly has wounded ...
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road, Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode; Small sums were charged; few ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
By June our brook's run out of song and speed. Sought for much after that, it will be found Either ...
Not probable -- The barest Chance -- A smile too few -- a word too much And far from Heaven ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
To the melody of "Sheng Sheng Man" I pine and peak And questless seek Groping and moping to linger and ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Then call me traitor if you must, Shout reason and default! Say I betray a sacred trust Aching beyond this ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman So much obsessed with a piece of work devolved upon me and fed up with it, I ...
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
He does not live here but it is the god. A priest tools in a top his motorbike. You do ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
I will think no more of the sea! Of the big green waves And the hollowed shore, Of the brown ...
I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so ...
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