Memories of West Street and Lepke (Robert Lowell Poem)
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
TEll me thou safest End of all our Woe, Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee so: Thou gentle drier o'th' ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown ...
How soon doth man decay! When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets To swaddle infants, whose young breath ...
[From the Morlack.) WHAT is yonder white thing in the forest? Is it snow, or can it swans perchance be? ...
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
No matter our sense of self our wisdom on this earth infants still, the stuff of man keeping us from ...
We, mere infants, sitting on the shoulders of saints raised by their strong hands up above the crowd so that ...
At the king's command a massacre of infants of innocents The innocent paying the price for the king's fear, hatred ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
TO my friend Butts I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for ...
Sweet dreams form a shade, O'er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams ...
I wander thro' each charter'd street. Near where the charter'd Thames does flow A mark in every face I meet ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
En robe de parade. Samain Like a skien of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing ...
You, that decipher out the Fate Of humane Off-springs from the Skies, What mean these Infants which of late Spring ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
See with what simplicity This Nimph begins her golden daies! In the green Grass she loves to lie, And there ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A Fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
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