The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
The light of the moon a shimmering line across the skin of the lake rising and falling, undulating toward the ...
Okay, for those who don't speak German, the title of the poem is "A Boat in a Bottle" and that's ...
Life is simple. In my canoe. Strokes in the water propel me forward. I chart my course around the cove. ...
The people along the sand All turn and look one way. They turn their back on the land. They look ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
God fashioned the ship of the world carefully. With the infinite skill of an All-Master Made He the hull and ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
(After Valery) O Sea! ... 'Tis I, risen from death once more To hear the waves' harmonious roar And see ...
You, my photographer, you, most aware, Who climbed to the bridge when the iceberg struck, Climbed with your camera when ...
I DRANK musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter one night And ...
'Twas on the 8th of January 1881, That a terrific gale along the English Channel ran, And spread death and ...
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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