A Petition (Amy Lowell Poem)
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Melibæus. WElcome fair Nymphs, most welcome to this shade, Distemp'ring Heats do now the Plains invade: But you may sit, ...
Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also, without the way ...
The weight of our own sin only shards hanging after the stones have been thrown in our glass houses how ...
When the glass falls our hypocrisy exposed when our sin is revealed naked in glass houses our stain bright red ...
Standing in judgment condemning others when they stand in glass houses shards all around Throwing stones in glass houses letting ...
The requited anger the focus of our rage bin Laden gone, buried in the water in a watery grave A ...
Something of liberation theology in the words of Christ the upside down language in the Sermon on the Mount Our ...
An exile in Babylon, first of the leaders, to avoid rebellion, later all of the people. A psalm of anger, ...
Wrestling with God, no that didn't get Jacob too far just a pain in the hip he carried the rest ...
Early morning (or very late night) Carbon and ink eraser, with the bristles Before Whiteout The Corona clacked away Her ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck of the house. From there I could see and hear the ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
CEASE, ye prudes, your envious railing, Lovely Burns has charms-confess: True it is, she had one failing, Had a woman ...
Suddenly she steps, wrapped into the wind, brightly into brightness, as if singled out, while now the room as though ...
I close my eyes and there it is a concrete walkway leading out of a small village hugging the sides ...
En robe de parade. Samain Like a skien of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing ...
Childhood sleeps in a verandah room in an iron bed close to the wall where the winter over the railing ...
I went up and down the streets Here and there by day and night, Through all hours of the night ...
If Ezra Pound were alive today (and he is) he'd be teaching at a small college in the Pacific Northwest ...
I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room. The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom. His web ...
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