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 ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
I own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, ...
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
Since that first morning when I crawled into the world, a naked grubby thing, and found the world unkind, my ...
Still to be neat, still to be dressed, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
Stirs its ashes and embers, its burnt sticks An eye powdered over, half melted and solid again Ponders Ideas that ...
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
A plate of small hot beignets coated in a snow squall of light powdered sugar a dense cup of oh ...
The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour the bottle in your coat half voda half ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it ...
At dawn I dreamed of wispy clouds, I had the time to wield and watched the regimented lines of cirrus ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
I can scare children as the Victorians aimed to do even on an August beach tell a fairy tale one ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped; The colours of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish ...
We loved our nightjar, but she would not stay with us. We had found her lying as dead, but soft ...
You can't be, says a Palestinian Christian on the first feast day after Ramadan. So, half-and-half and half-and-half. He sells ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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