The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
A change in my gait, in my breathing walking on the rocks, on the beach in reverent mediation slowing my ...
I remember well making that old little trivet popsicle sticks, real ones not craft sticks made for that purpose these ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
According to Culture Shock: A Guide to Customs and Etiquette of Filipinos, when my husband says yes, he could also ...
Death is the supple Suitor That wins at last -- It is a stealthy Wooing Conducted first By pallid innuendoes ...
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
There were long hyphens in our day- When no one spoke; no one exhaled As we contemplated the broken puzzles- ...
I did not delight in love so much as in a kiss like linnets' wings, the flutterings of a pulse ...
Mel Gibson's Hamlet stinks -- doll Mel. Wind up Mel and Mel's eyes glaze into porcelain, blue gulfs of earnestness, ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
JABOWSKY'S place is on a side street and only the rain washes the dusty three balls. When I passed the ...
(published on BLINKING EYE, http://www.blinking-eye.co.uk/writer/padel2.html ) Then spoke the thunder, shattering the looming blackness of our national life. The rumble ...
As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow ...
Luini in porcelain! The grand piano Utters a profane Protest with her clear soprano. The sleek head emerges From the ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
I spent my money trying to elect you Mayor A. D. Blood. I lavished my admiration upon you, You were ...
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