The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain I hear your words in mournful cadence toll Like some slow passing-bell which ...
Like the train's beat Swift language flutters the lips Of the Polish airgirl in the corner seat, The swinging and ...
My wedding-ring lies in a basket as if at the bottom of a well. Nothing will come to fish it ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
(For Eleanor Rogers Cox) For blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races ...
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, We were melted in the furnace and the pit-- We were ...
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
Oh gallant was our galley from her caren steering-wheel To her figurehead of silver and her beak of hammered steel; ...
If you ask him he will talk for hours-- how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and ...
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold Molten, graven, hammered and rolled, Heavy to get and light ...
Like looking inside a Faberge Like a living foundry of Hell the maw of the oven glowing orange and red ...
We were the nails, hammered into his body we were the wood of the cross, the weight of the shame ...
One of his nails in my palm, square-cut, smooth metal warming to my touch, held fast Listening to the scriptures ...
I'll tell you the tale of an old country pub As fancied itself up to date, It had the word ...
1. Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood-leaves, cracked and bent and tortured ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
the quality of being complete; unbroken condition; entirety ~ Webster A wild patience has taken me this far as if ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
A bear, however hard he tries, Grows tubby without exercise. Our Teddy Bear is short and fat, Which is not ...
So you think its Stephen? Then I'd best make sure Be on the safe side as it were. Ah, theres ...
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...
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