Wind (Amy Lowell Poem)
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the ...
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the ...
In broad daylight, and at noon, Yesterday I saw the moon Sailing high, but faint and white, As a schoolboy's ...
In Ocean's wide domains, Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains, With shackled feet and hands. Beyond the ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, Ere Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer, Through ...
Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, We have had no end of a lesson: it will ...
March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies. Front! -- eyes front, an' watch the Colour-casin's drip. Front! The ...
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently ...
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky; A puddle in a vacant lot his sea ...
Man of mystery of time and space where oh where have you hid your face Are you in the dark ...
I'm a beautiful red, red drum, And I train with the soldier boys; As up the street we come, Wonderful ...
A dented spider like a snow drop white On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
It's night and a numbered beauty lapses at the wind, chortles with the branches of a tree, giggles, plays shadow ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
On a roof in the Old City Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight: The white sheet of a woman ...
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring ...
A kite flutters, On a high tension wire - Against a stark blue sky. Beggar and old mother huddle On ...
The buzzards wheel slowly In wide circles, in a sky Faintly hazed as from dust from the road. And a ...
No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It's flying from somewhere ...
Master Timmy brisk and airy Blythe as Oberon the fairy On thy head thy cousin wishes Thousand and ten thousand ...
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