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 dog stops barking after Robinson has gone. His act is over. The world is a gray world, Not without ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
At the back of the houses there is the wood. While there is a leaf of summer left, the wood ...
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
What did I study in your School of Night? When your mouth's first unfathomable yes Opened your body to be ...
To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and ...
Not fear. Maybe, out there somewhere, the possibility of fear; the wall that might tumble down, because it's for sure ...
Through long nursery nights he stood By my bed unwearying, Loomed gigantic, formless, queer, Purring in my haunted ear That ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Not just our master's tears in the garden all of us aware of the grief that he bore Feeling the ...
Her crying, her anguish so real, understanding so well Her cries in the wilderness her children not answering a nightmare ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Three weeks gone and the combatants gone returning over the nightmare ground we found the place again, and found the ...
There were long hyphens in our day- When no one spoke; no one exhaled As we contemplated the broken puzzles- ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay, T' was Edward, the cruel, ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse, minutes of a barbaric condescension. --Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees, ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
Our fathers all were poor, Poorer our fathers' fathers; Beyond, we dare not look. We, the sons, keep store Of ...
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