Spring Day (Amy Lowell Poem)
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean, The blue pool in the old garden, More than five thousand ...
It was not dying: everybody died. It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes-- and our ...
At this height, Kansas is just a concept, a checkerboard design of wheat and corn no larger than the foldout ...
I was born in 1902 I never once went back to my birthplace I don't like to turn back at ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
The struggle for freedom cloaked in his repression the protesters taken away abducted in the night The people fearful hearing ...
planes of the forest, the marsh, the meadows long grasses, ferns, green upon the waters cat o' nine tails, pines, ...
A pure clear Maine sky opened above us, as the fire died, the cabin lights dimmed. We watched planes, satellites, ...
A cluster of 4 leaves at the end of a branch in October New England easier for the mind to ...
lonely in a crowd different from the rest separate, apart because of change, experiences they can't understand choices and experiments ...
A living Ansel Adams tableau white birches stretching heavenward over a winter scene of white on white A monochromatic world ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
What is it with Hezbollah representing barely 15% of the Lebanese Parliament living outside the government immersed in an undeclared ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
The autumn feels slowed down, summer still holds on here, even the light seems to last longer than it should ...
In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, With a stock to keep their chins ...
What if you came back now To our new world, the city roaring There on the old peaceful camping place ...
"Perhaps you'll tire of me," muses my love, although she's like a great city to me, or a park that ...
You have read War and Peace. Now here is Sister Carrie, not up to Tolstoy; still it will second the ...
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