The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The old woman made mint Candy for the children Who'd bolt through her front door, Silhouettes of the great blue ...
Your jar of Virginny Will cost you a guinea, Which you reckon too much by five shillings or ten; But ...
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
We now, held in captivity, Spring to our bondage nor grieve-- See now, how it is blesseder, Brothers, to give ...
Her brown falcon perches above the sink as steaming water forks over my hands. Below the wrists they shrivel and ...
To the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone; In his grotto the maiden sits alone. She gazes up ...
The creatures of the air are the creatures of creation Birds, bats, flying squirrel, flying fish, cardinals, crow, pelican, penguin, ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
To think to know the country and now know The hillside on the day the sun lets go Ten million ...
EVERYTHING is jazz: snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females, snow-white cotton bales. Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone. Jazz slips you percussion bone ...
Called The Hon 'Lizard Gizzard' with aptness bearing fruit from his septic yellow face to his pinstripe business suit, famous ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
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 ...
Unlucky the hero born In this province of the stuck record Where the most watchful cooks go jobless And the ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a terrible ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
A guardian of long-distance conduits in the desert? A one-man crew of a fortress in the sand? Whoever he was. ...
Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales to look at; ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
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