Waking in the Blue (Robert Lowell Poem)
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. ...
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. ...
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
The clock of my days winds down. The cat eats sparrows outside my window. Once, she brought me a small ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
To you who'd read my songs of War And only hear of blood and fame, I'll say (you've heard it ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace & grapple a handgun at stomach level between them. ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
I fish for words to say what I fish for, half-catch sometimes. I have caught little pan fish flashing sunlight ...
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
The cruelty of P. L. Brown- (He had ten toes as good as mine) Was known to every one in ...
A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm. A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on. ...
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General, Captain Fatigue, and at the base of all pale Corporal Fatigue, and curious ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
Do you think that odes and sermons, And the ringing of church bells, And the blood of old men and ...
An upright abutment in the mouth of the Willis Avenue bridge a beige Honda leaps the divider like a steel ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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