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, ...
Like the train's beat Swift language flutters the lips Of the Polish airgirl in the corner seat, The swinging and ...
That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Like New Orleans reflected on the water, And in all ears appropriate ...
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside Above the ocean. I saw through ...
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Iterative, coding conventions Six month of our lives Spent casting and recasting The structure of the new environment To bring ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony Toyed ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
1. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities: Felt their Nerves change into Marrow And hardening Bones began In swift diseases ...
The strong man's hand, the snow-cool head of age, The certain-footed sympathies of youth - These, and that lofty passion ...
In the long journey out of the self, There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places Where the shale slides ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
I pray you not, Leuconoë, to pore With unpermitted eyes on what may be Appointed by the gods for you ...
THE leaves are falling; so am I; The few late flowers have moisture in the eye; So have I too. ...
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