Piano (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I ...
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I ...
When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To ...
IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward ...
We gathered, in a circle in the Parlor of the church gathering to study your word, the message in the ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
What boots it, thy virtue, What profit thy parts, While one thing thou lackest, The art of all arts! The ...
The waters chased him as he fled, Not daring look behind -- A billow whispered in his Ear, "Come home ...
The grave my little cottage is, Where "Keeping house" for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble ...
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock -- Then sprang before the Hills Like Hindered Rubies -- or the ...
I am alive -- I guess -- The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory -- And at ...
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
Love is sharper than stones or sticks; Lone as the sea, and deeper blue; Loud in the night as a ...
They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends ...
Who is the happy husband? Why, indeed, 'Tis he who's useless in the time of need; Who, asked to unclasp ...
Some primal termite knocked on wood And tasted it, and found it good! And that is why your Cousin May ...
It's akin to visiting my foster mother, today, That I am returning to you, mother city, after twenty years, I ...
New Year's Day 1:16 AM and my body is weary beyond time to withdraw and rest ample room allowed me ...
The last of day gathers in the yellow parlor and drifts like fine dust across the face of the gilt-framed ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
Once I loved a spider When I was born a fly, A velvet-footed spider With a gown of rainbow-dye. She ...
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...
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