New York at Night (Amy Lowell Poem)
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their ...
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their ...
"It is the future generation that presses into being by means of these exuberant feelings and supersensible soap bubbles of ...
To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and ...
A Nation of trees, drab green and desolate grey In the field uniform of modern wars, Darkens her hills, those ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
Through long nursery nights he stood By my bed unwearying, Loomed gigantic, formless, queer, Purring in my haunted ear That ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great ...
One monotonous day is followed by another monotonous, identical day. The same things will happen, they will happen again -- ...
Perhaps we go with wind and cloud and sun, Into the free companionship of air; Perhaps with sunsets when the ...
I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, And feel the ...
WHEN with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold I breathe the burning odours of your breast, Before my eyes ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
I HAVE lived in many half-worlds myself . and so I know you. I leaned at a deck rail watching ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
Ten years ago it seemed impossible That she should ever grow so calm as this, With self-remembrance in her warmest ...
Oh why is heaven built so far, Oh why is earth set so remote? I cannot reach the nearest star ...
'Ye have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end, Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead: ...
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
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