Thoughts of New England (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Gloucester streets walking in Autumn twilight,Past Kineburgh's cottage and old Raven Tavern,That Hoare he kept, the Puritan, who tiredOr fired, ...
Gloucester streets walking in Autumn twilight,Past Kineburgh's cottage and old Raven Tavern,That Hoare he kept, the Puritan, who tiredOr fired, ...
THE folks, that on the first of MayWore winter coats and hose,Began to say, the first of June,"Good Lord! how ...
Your nurse could only speak Italian,but after twenty minutes I could imagine your final week,and tears ran down my ...
Take our hands, James Russell Lowell,Our hearts are all thy own;To-day we bid thee welcomeNot for ourselves alone.In the long ...
The misspelt scrawl, upon the wallBy some Pompeian idler traced,In ashes packed (ironic fact!)Lies eighteen centuries uneffaced,While many a page ...
TO J. R. LOWELLWE will not speak of years to-night,--For what have years to bringBut larger floods of love and ...
The night goes away, another night, and the wingof an immense airplance has placed itselfbetween the wide blue and the ...
First MovementThin-voiced, nasal pipesDrawing sound out and outUntil it is a screeching thread,Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,It hurts.Whee-e-e!Bump! Bump! ...
He came when tyranny was ripe, a torchThat lit the darkened avenue of hope,He came from cabin, ragged, poor, and ...
'Tis twilight dim; the musing dreamer sitsBefore his hearth, the sunset on his brow,And thus he ponders ere the birth ...
Little cramped words scrawling all over the paperLike draggled fly's legs,What can you tell of the flaring moonThrough the ...
The vine leaves against the brick walls of my house,Are rusty and broken.Dead leaves gather under the pine-trees,The brittle boughs ...
"The Emperor's GardenONCE, in the sultry heat of midsummer, An Emperor caused the miniature mountains in his garden To be ...
You are ice and fire,The touch of you burns my hands like snow.You are cold and flame.You are the crimson ...
Like black iceScrolled over with unintelligible patternsby an ignorant skaterIs the dulled surface of my heart.Amy Lowell(Amy Lowell)
Choosing to be adopted ah, that is the key point isn't it A different act, when it is a purposeful ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
Here is a silence I had not hoped for This side of paradise, I am an old believer In nature's ...
It was Karl Shapiro who wrote in his 'Defence of Ignorance' how many poets Go mad or seem to be ...
for Jim Cummins In Iowa, Jim dreamed that Della Street was Anne Sexton's twin. Dave drew a comic strip called ...
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