The Blue Scarf (Amy Lowell Poem)
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
What a girl called "the dailiness of life" (Adding an errand to your errand. Saying, "Since you're up . . ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
"What do you think The bravest drink Under the sky?" "Strong beer," said I. "There's a place for everything, Everything, ...
Oh man! Nothing Mom and Dad were away; I had such big plans Four kinds of ice cream, scooped, melting ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
He does not live here but it is the god. A priest tools in a top his motorbike. You do ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
I Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent Of summer gardens; these can bring you all Those dreams that in ...
I wanted a man's face looking into the jaws and throat of life With something proud on his face, so ...
I was a gulp of high air - a bird breathing in, a black dot on blue paper, a privileged ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
Pocket watch, I tick well. The streets are lizardly crevices Sheer-sided, with holes where to hide. It is best to ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
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