Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
I want to understand the steep thing that climbs ladders in your throat. I can't make sense of you. Everywhere ...
Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind, And ne'er had seen the skies : For Nature, when his head was made, Forgot ...
THE Lombard princes oft pervade my mind; The present tale Boccace relates you'll find; Agiluf was the noble monarch's name; ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
I - STARLIGHT With two bright eyes, my star, my love, Thou lookest on the stars above: Ah, would that ...
It was a half-life that seemed like a genuine world wielding hard symbolism over those who ruled it; we lived ...
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: "Now this one is a devil, And this one is me." He ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
As though the mercury's under its tongue, it won't talk. As though with the mercury in its sphincter, immobile, by ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to ...
Here are two pupils whose moons of black transform to cripples all who look: each lovely lady who peers inside ...
The horizons ring me like faggots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, ...
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
In the World language, sometimes called Airport Road, a thinks balloon with a gondola under it is a symbol for ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
On eves of cold, when slow coal fires, rooted in basements, burn and branch, brushing with smoke the city air; ...
Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats, he sleeps his time away-- the detached first ...
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