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, ...
Two old Bachelors were living in one house; One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse. Said he who ...
As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up ...
It was not until later that I knew, recognized the moment for what it was, my life before it, a ...
Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the ...
You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I've had ...
You've read of several kinds of Cat, And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand ...
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown ...
And I start wondering how they came to be blind. If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister, ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
Dames should be doomed to dungeons Who masticate raw onions. She was the cuddly kind of Miss A man can ...
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...
And thus the people every year in the valley of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic ...
for Susan O'Neill Roe What a thrill ---- My thumb instead of an onion. The top quite gone Except for ...
I am Ebenezer Bleezer, I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE, there are flavors in my freezer you have never seen ...
Onion, luminous flask, your beauty formed petal by petal, crystal scales expanded you and in the secrecy of the dark ...
The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In ...
In the storm-tossed Chilean sea lives the rosy conger, giant eel of snowy flesh. And in Chilean stewpots, along the ...
Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use, Did after him the World seduce: And from the Fields the Flow'rs ...
Is it long as a noodle or fat as an egg? Is it lumpy like a potato or ringed like ...
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