Fool’s Money Bags (Amy Lowell Poems)
Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His ...
Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His ...
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
A serious moment for the water is when it boils And though one usually regards it merely as a convenience ...
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
I hope my good old asshole holds out 60 years it's been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation ...
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the "Jesus Saves" ...
When we stand on the tops of Things -- And like the Trees, look down -- The smoke all cleared ...
We do not play on Graves -- Because there isn't Room -- Besides -- it isn't even -- it slants ...
So the Eyes accost -- and sunder In an Audience -- Stamped -- occasionally -- forever -- So may Countenance ...
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides -- You may have met Him -- did you not His notice ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander ...
I am reminiscing you; and the little boy who often stole some change from the left pocket of your pants ...
Man stomping over my bed in boots carrying a large bronze church bell which you occasionally drop: gross man with ...
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I ...
Alas! our noble and generous Queen Victoria is dead, And I hope her soul to Heaven has fled, To sing ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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