The Way (Amy Lowell Poem)
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
Let me be at the place of the castle. Let the castle be within me. Let it rise foursquare from ...
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; ...
With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and ...
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote ...
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
The secrets of the mind convene splendidly, Though the mind is meek. To be aware inwardly of brain and beauty ...
a lion at the door swallowed the day broken with spite at the inevitable chorus of pop songs sutured for ...
This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding ...
When we listen open as was Paul for a revelation of Christ words come as if from above setting our ...
Each and every day of our lives here on earth a gift from the creator to learn and share, to ...
My mother would be a falconress, And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist, would fly to bring back from ...
Unfulfilled to Observation -- Incomplete -- to Eye -- But to Faith -- a Revolution In Locality -- Unto Us ...
On this long storm the Rainbow rose -- On this late Morn -- the Sun -- The clouds -- like ...
My period had come for Prayer -- No other Art -- would do -- My Tactics missed a rudiment -- ...
A solemn thing -- it was -- I said -- A woman -- white -- to be -- And wear ...
This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes -- These -- are the Banks of the Yellow Sea -- ...
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period -- When March is scarcely here ...
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
And the Piper dreams as he pipes up in his mind colours in choral horizons distant, of courtliness dimmed in ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.) What light of unremembered skies Hast ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running ...
From my window I can see, Where the sandhills dip, One far glimpse of open sea. Just a slender slip ...
The stars are filtering through a tree outside in the moon's silent era. Reality is moving layer over layer like ...
I lash and writhe against my prison bars, And watch with sullen eyes the gaping crowd . . Give me ...
My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running ...
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