An Aquarium (Amy Lowell Poem)
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
Noiseless wrinkles on our forehead the frontiers of history, shed oblique glances at Homer's verses. Illusions full of guilt redeem ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
My daughter raises the smooth brass kaleidoscope and watches as coloured glass slivers conspire together. New worlds create themselves before ...
No longer right to use polite speech time to deny the tyrant more minutes on stage Speaking more plainly without ...
Nothing timid vague or oblique God's message to us to be salt to the earth A light to the nations ...
Not oblique, something unclear not with words grandiose a calling to write clear and terse Poetry, beauty in the straightforward ...
Can you hear me in the back? Let's see - A little about me Set the mood, a light laugh ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
The Robin is a Gabriel In humble circumstances -- His Dress denotes him socially, Of Transport's Working Classes -- He ...
Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder Occupy to us though perhaps to them Simpler are the Days than ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...
My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by Despair ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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