The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Twelve hundred million men are spread About this Earth, and I and You Wonder, when You and I are dead, ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
Do not look for the stones in water above the mud, the boat is gone. No longer with nets and ...
With a fork drive Nature out, She will ever yet return; Hedge the flowerbed all about, Pull or stab or ...
Standing on water buoyed by your love even when the winds make some standing confidently knowing you can hold me ...
Seemingly wet, alive dripping, overflowing saturated with new color each flower giving, sharing pouring out, into the wings more than ...
The strider skating like the Apollo lunar lander standing in the moon dust leaving a mere impression Standing on the ...
As certain of the strider counting on the surface tension to buoy it up on its feet We are to ...
The yellow swallowtail elegant butterfly moving dancing on the humid air flitting to the garden Coming to alight, resting perching ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves ...
Mark how the bashful morn in vain Courts the amorous marigold, With sighing blasts and weeping rain, Yet she refuses ...
SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun; So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes ...
Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears, Girdle thyself with sighing for a girth Upon the sides of ...
Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune ...
Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune ...
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens. They spot their yellow and gold, they juggle their blue and ...
Let those who are in favour with their stars Of public honour and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune ...
Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, Lamps in a wash of rain! Oh the wet walk of ...
A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table A fine proud spike ...
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