Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights; -- When the ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling ...
Those bless?d structures, plot and rhyme-- why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afar From rail-track and from highway, and I heard In field and farmstead many ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where ...
'Twas in the year of 1897, and on the night of Christmas day, That ten persons' lives were taken sway, ...
It ended, and the morrow brought the task. Her eyes were guilty gates, that let him in By shutting all ...
It ended, and the morrow brought the task. Her eyes were guilty gates, that let him in By shutting all ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
SILENT are the woods, and the dim green boughs are Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path through The ...
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