After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok (Amy Lowell Poem)
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
Sitting there, the office petting, stroking his orange fur she spoke of a longing, a desire the purr of a ...
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
Clean your glory glasses, scrub the lenses clean and see the puissant morons stare; garbed in common guises far from ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
He does not live here but it is the god. A priest tools in a top his motorbike. You do ...
I Once, when a boy, I killed a cat. I guess it's just because of that A cat evokes my ...
A ray of sun strayed softly round, For something to caress, Until a resting place it found Of joy and ...
YOU will come one day in a waver of love, Tender as dew, impetuous as rain, The tan of the ...
Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round ...
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me. Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! I hear her great ...
For years we've had a little dog, Last year we acquired a big dog; He wasn't big when we got ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
A pussy-cat who was the household pet for seventeen years. Naught but a little cat, you say; Yet we remember ...
I LOVE, though for this you riddle me with darts, And drag me at your chariot till I die, Oh, ...
"Thin Rain, whom are you haunting, That you haunt my door?" -Surely it is not I she's wanting; Someone living ...
A chant for a children's pantomime dance, suggested by a picture painted by George Mather Richards. I saw a proud, ...
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