The Captured Goddess (Amy Lowell Poem)
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck and stroked your cold, pulsing throat as you hissed to me, ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
A roaring company that festive night; The beast of dialectic dragged his chains, Prowling from chair to chair is the ...
(June 21st, 1887) By the well, where the bullocks go Silent and blind and slow -- By the field where ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
stylised tulips - this is what the card says and they have that nineteen-twenties' feel of those bright young things ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing ...
'Mid my gold-brown curls There twined a silver hair: I plucked it idly out And scarcely knew 'twas there. Coiled ...
In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm -- Pink, lank and warm -- But as he was ...
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself ...
I was with Special Force, blue-X-ing raids to OK surfing on the Colonel's birthday. Operation Ariel: we sprayed Jimi Hendrix ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
'O Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped - ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room. The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom. His web ...
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