The Precinct. Rochester (Amy Lowell Poem)
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
the sky is shattered its debris clutters the world's streets where the light came from is a question charred beyond ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
The mica in the granite quartz, rosy or clear jagged shards of beauty drawing my eyes to come near The ...
Broken shards jagged piece of our pottery strewn to the winds like the dry bones in the valley devoid of ...
Maybe the metaphor shouldn't be pebbles thrown into the pond; maybe the more apt analogy the hope, and the trepidation ...
A lobster pot tossed by the sea onto the rocks wedged in the jetty between the boulders of the breakwater ...
Short cropped hair of black Full beard of stubble, four days old Gray joining the jagged black shards Menacing, reaching ...
How calm, how beauteous and how cool-- How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent pool That ...
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if offering my stomach, as ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
I know where Wells grow -- Droughtless Wells -- Deep dug -- for Summer days -- Where Mosses go no ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Her predatory eye, the single feral iris, scans. Her raptor beak, all jagged sharp-edged thrust, juts. Her hard talon, clenched ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride into her pain ...
". . . defeated, with great loss." Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame Of them that flee, ...
As you descend, slowly, falling faster past you this snow, ghostly, some flakes bio- luminescent (you plunge, and this lit ...
Her man, A wild dark love song Borne deep within her gypsy soul He's gone to live in jagged mountains ...
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