Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I have started to say "A quarter of a century" Or "thirty years back" About my own life. It makes ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number, 'Gainst five sisters fair ...
Fifteen year and more After he is gone, A regular reminder of my father Goes around my waist, through the ...
Hair just so in her pretty pig tails Don't you know "How do I look, daddy?" Drips from her lips ...
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown ...
I hang about the streets all day, At night I hang about; I sleep a little when I may, But ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
He seemed so certain 'all was going well', As he discussed the glorious time he'd had While visiting the trenches. ...
1THE DOWN drop of the blackbird, The wing catch of arrested flight, The stop midway and then off: off for ...
THERE was a wild pigeon came often to Hinkley's timber. Gray wings that wrote their loops and triangles on the ...
SUNDAY night and the park policemen tell each other it is dark as a stack of black cats on Lake ...
IF we were such and so, the same as these, maybe we too would be slingers and sliders, tumbling half ...
pink around a circle of pink around a shimmer of found reason pink around a glimmering white shaked around a ...
Revolving in oval loops of solar speed, Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes, Dead men render love ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
follows the river as it bends along the valley floor, going the way it must. Where water goes, so goes ...
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