Fragment (Amy Lowell Poem)
What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that's ...
What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that's ...
Is it not by his high superfluousness we know Our God? For to be equal a need Is natural, animal, ...
Spring, rainbows, ordinary miracles about which nothing new can be said. The stars on a clear night of a New ...
No matter that my heart sinks, sighs, with the weight of skeletons- paths I forgot to follow have slowly sealed ...
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea ...
Oh to be like Ezekiel to have seen the throne the appearance of a likeness of God as a man ...
Rainbows are but one of the signs covenants of the creator The order of the world His faithfulness to us, ...
Long I followed happy guides,- I could never reach their sides. Their step is forth, and, ere the day, Breaks ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves Yellowing slowly in the moss And far away barnacles clung ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
My first well Day -- since many ill -- I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my ...
Delight is as the flight -- Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say -- The Rainbow's ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
Jade -- Stone of the side, The antagonized Side of green Adam, I Smile, cross-legged, Enigmatical, Shifting my clarities. So ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
Now I am a plant, a weed, Bending and swinging On a rocky ledge; And now I am a long ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
The essence of true beauty Lingers in all-encompassing rainbows Of your joy and laughter You hold my hand and smile ...
FOR A VERY LITTLE GIRL, NOT A YEAR OLD. CATHARINE FRAZEE WAKEFIELD. The sun gives not directly The coal, the ...
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