The Allies (Amy Lowell Poem)
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
Train. Distant Train. Praise the glorious distance of Train. Dogs bark, reply to the mournful echo of Train's whistle. Train ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
Dearest, note how these two are alike: This harpsicord pavane by Purcell And the racer's twelve-speed bike. The machinery of ...
It was called Farm Fantastic, a catchy phrase, and potentially a day's wasted sweat. Even after the event I can't ...
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
they found him walking along the freeway all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain For a business trip ...
In Hayfield I imagine not just the nuts and bolts of split cockpits but a Spitfire's sunk fuselage has smoked ...
Let not our town be large, remembering That little Athens was the Muses' home, That Oxford rules the heart of ...
I will give you all my keys, You shall be my ch?telaine, You shall enter as you please, As you ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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