Aubade (Amy Lowell Poem)
As I would free the white almond from the green husk So would I strip your trappings off, Beloved. And ...
As I would free the white almond from the green husk So would I strip your trappings off, Beloved. And ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Since that first morning when I crawled into the world, a naked grubby thing, and found the world unkind, my ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
It could be Valley Oak or Snap-bean, Elderberry, or Cattail rising out of the creek; all began the same, a ...
ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our ...
WITHIN a gloomy charnel-house ...
Children, if you dare to think Of the greatness, rareness, muchness Fewness of this precious only Endless world in which ...
A heavy husk thick dark shell no obstacle for one with a will to live a need to grow, warm ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to ...
Too cold is this To warm with Sun -- Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a ...
Like the foghorn that's all lung, the wind chime that's all percussion, like the wind itself, that's merely air in ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too much for ...
For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee Dark-eyed, O woman of my dreams, Ivory sandalled, There is none like thee ...
The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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