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 ...
The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where eath tooth-point goes. The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that ...
the horses have bolted the one door's been locked the flood can't get out the greasy bilge swills up the ...
PALM Sunday at the Vatican They celebrate with palms; With reverence bows each holy man, And chaunts the ancient psalms. ...
Pursuing you in your transitions, In other Motes -- Of other Myths Your requisition be. The Prism never held the ...
My beloved called to me to come and see Steve's tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile ...
O learned man who never learned to learn, Save to deduce, by timid steps and small, From towering smoke that ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
LAWS for Creations, For strong artists and leaders-for fresh broods of teachers, and perfect literats for America, For noble savans, ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its knees Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the ...
Among the more irritating minor ideas Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home To Concord, at the edge of things, ...
One's grand flights, one's Sunday baths, One's tootings at the weddings of the soul Occur as they occur. So bluish ...
THE old Chimaeras, old receipts For making "happy land," The old political beliefs Swam close before my hand. The grand ...
SOMEBODY loses whenever somebody wins. This was known to the Chaldeans long ago. And more: somebody wins whenever somebody loses. ...
First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put ...
These tales of old disguisings, are they not Strange myths of souls that found themselves among Unwonted folk that spake ...
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
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