Thompson’s Lunch Room — Grand Central Station (Amy Lowell Poems)
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...
Oranges do not grow in the sea neither is there love in Sevilla. You in Dark and the I the ...
If I die, leave the balcony open. The little boy is eating oranges. (From my balcony I can see him.) ...
Tree, tree dry and green. The girl with the pretty face is out picking olives. The wind, playboy of towers, ...
FAIN had I to-day surprised my mistress, But soon found I that her door was fasten'd. Yet I had the ...
The world, the land washed in amber the light warmer before its fading washing the world in an amber glow ...
The vivid color fading the horizon losing color heading toward dusk at the falling of the sun The reds and ...
The changing of the leaves the season of autumn oranges and reds and pure simple yellows But words of color ...
The light of the morning so fast and changing the sky lit up, brilliant dancing before my eyes Gossamer yellows, ...
The swan boats motionless the pond turning to a mud flat the flowers, tulips shimmering in yellows, oranges, and reds ...
Reds and oranges, yellows and greens the fall colors of the sugar maple adorning the front lawn of the church ...
Oh they are so close, not yet red tomatoes hanging heavy on the vine lee of the house, shaded moist ...
In full summer mode, already after but a day of it under their belts the girls sat in their lawn ...
Rich vibrant, living color Dying on the branch In glory as I drive by A canopy over my way Or ...
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend ...
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide on that; or what to wear, or at what ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
first time my father overheard me listening to this bit of music he asked me, "what is it?" "it's called ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Courageous lair "might prevail" Waking up to her your "yellow coal" Steals a its way harm's imbrogliatic murmur to concatenate ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
A good man is seized by the police and spirited away. Months later someone brags that he shot him once ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
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