The Painter on Silk (Amy Lowell Poem)
There was a man Who made his living By painting roses Upon silk. He sat in an upper chamber And ...
There was a man Who made his living By painting roses Upon silk. He sat in an upper chamber And ...
The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is. Betty from the telephone company, who's not concerned with the ...
By his blood the outpouring of love his body broken for us Painting a house of prayer on the lintels ...
Every picture tells a story yet words can draw, can paint can make a picture a rich tapestry, the splash ...
The image of the woman the weight of her years sorrow in her face the sadness in her eyes Yet ...
In her eyes a whisper in her mouth a murmur redemption possible in coming to know Christ She is there ...
God's artistry played out before us painting the dawn on the canvas of the sky the seas warming with the ...
The light of the morning so fast and changing the sky lit up, brilliant dancing before my eyes Gossamer yellows, ...
God's wisdom God's nature layered, nuanced revealed slowing, patiently as we study his word listening for the song of God ...
Reds and oranges, yellows and greens the fall colors of the sugar maple adorning the front lawn of the church ...
A little rain wasn't going to stop us we were there to scrape, to prime the house to help out, ...
"Ladder, Ladder!" a phrase to which I became accustomed Being beseeched in Spanish The Pastor and the Pilgrim in service ...
Are you deaf? Don't go ignoring me Don't give me no 'tude! I said, Hey Mountain, move your rocky butt ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; ...
Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles, Than thy rash Hand which robs this Face of Smiles; And does ...
Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
The autumn feels slowed down, summer still holds on here, even the light seems to last longer than it should ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Some singers sing of ladies' eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike ways, And course ones ...
As I sit at my desk wishing I did not have to edit a book on poetry and painting a ...
This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung ...
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