Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
Before I am completely shriven I shall reject my inch of heaven. Cancel my eyes, and, standing, sink Into my ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
1918 This is the State above the Law. The State exists for the State alone." [This is a gland at ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
stylised tulips - this is what the card says and they have that nineteen-twenties' feel of those bright young things ...
piercing His hands, feet pinned to the rugged cross our savior, bled, died January 29, 2008 (Raymond A. Foss)
He looks so surprised amazed that he hangs there suspended in the vertical plane a flat brown bear, held in ...
Hover the imagined center, our tongues grew long to please it, licking the walls, a chamber built of scent, a ...
A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
Falsehood of Thee could I suppose 'Twould undermine the Sill To which my Faith pinned Block by Block Her Cedar ...
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Following are several translations of the 'Old Pond' poem, which may be the most famous of all haiku: Furuike ya ...
I. Of the million or two, more or less, I rule and possess, One man, for some cause undefined, Was ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
Far back when I went zig-zagging through tamarack pastures you were my genius, you my cast-iron Viking, my helmed lion-heart ...
In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my ...
Kindness glides about my house. Dame Kindness, she is so nice! The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke ...
Drunk as drunk on turpentine From your open kisses, Your wet body wedged Between my wet body and the strake ...
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet ...
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