The Red Lacquer Music-Stand (Amy Lowell Poem)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
1 I move my hand over slopes, falls, lumps of sight, Lashes barely able to be touched, Lips that give ...
I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, ...
THERE was a giant in time of old, A mighty one was he; He had a wife, but she was ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
Down in the mud I lay, Tired out by my long day Of five damned days and nights, Five sleepless ...
I fit the bill one of the imperfect people the lumps of clay on the potter's wheel Broken, chipped misshapen ...
each of us needed a part of the whole together one body a wonder to behold God's plan worked out ...
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
At dawn I dreamed of wispy clouds, I had the time to wield and watched the regimented lines of cirrus ...
Who built Thebes of the seven gates? In the books you will find the names of kings. Did the kings ...
All in the town were still asleep, When the sun came up with a shout and a leap. In the ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
At evening, sitting on this terrace, When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara Departs, ...
Is it long as a noodle or fat as an egg? Is it lumpy like a potato or ringed like ...
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