The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim ...
O soft embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, ...
Swimming the English Channel, struggling to make it to Calais, I swam into Laura halfway across. My body oiled for ...
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
The taxi makes the vegetables fly. 'Dozo kudasai,' I have him wait. Past the bright lake up into the temple, ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
Where once the waters of your face Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its ...
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
For months my hand was sealed off in a tin box. Nothing was there but the subway railings. Perhaps it ...
In the mid-city, under an oiled sky, I lay in a garden of such dusky green It seemed the dregs ...
Among the market greens, a bullet from the ocean depths, a swimming projectile, I saw you, dead. All around you ...
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
Uphill in Melbourne on a beautiful day a woman is walking ahead of her hair. Like teak oiled soft to ...
She issues radiant from her dressing-room, Like one prepared to scale an upper sphere: --By stirring up a lower, much ...
It's wonderful how I jog on four honed-down ivory toes my massive buttocks slipping like oiled parts with each light ...
after Juan Ramon A child wakens in a cold apartment. The windows are frosted. Outside he hears words rising from ...
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