The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, Too old and too odd to be drunk with, ...
It??Ts two muddy miles from Highway 20, just past the north fork of Cache Creek, across the broad meadow, through ...
You happened to me. I was happened to like an abandoned building by a bull- dozer, like the van that ...
Unhappy, poopy, smelly diapers the baby bottle in the crib. Was she drooling or talking, mumbling something, crawling in place. ...
So seriously, so purposely saying the words, fulfilling them as well "In this house, in this kitchen, the first ingredient ...
A white young paw, an orange tiger arm reaching, squeezed, under the bedroom door resting on the pile carpet, gently ...
The smell of the brook trout percolated out from the tin foil, the butter and lemon joining the fresh catch, ...
At the start of the day, a few hours of rest, without agenda or timeline, without to do's and phones ...
Rug covered stairs a landing above me a place for the lead toy soldiers, the ceramic cat, small bottles Playing ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Between Rita and my eyes There is a rifle And whoever knows Rita Kneels and plays To the divinity in ...
I never felt at Home -- Below -- And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home -- ...
I saw a brilliant angelfish whose tail and fins shimmered yellow until it turned and silver spread like an undercoat ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Taking a nap, feet planted against a cool wall. (Matsuo Basho)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Chorus.-Awa' Whigs, awa'! Awa' Whigs, awa'! Ye're but a pack o' traitor louns, Ye'll do nae gude at a'. OUR ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
"Son," said my mother, When I was knee-high, "you've need of clothes to cover you, and not a rag have ...
Twenty years hence my eyes may grow If not quite dim, yet rather so, Still yours from others they shall ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
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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