A Fixed Idea (Amy Lowell Poem)
What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant, and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind ...
What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant, and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
My calling perhaps best understood in words that make sense something recurring in my mind an idea that won't go ...
A recurring tugging thoughts not willing to be stilled a persistent dream for many years urging me to let go ...
What is church? the pastor asked, to visualize Each of us an image in our minds for me, a memory ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Recurring patterns Down a path Of life choices Knowing but Unchanging Holding on When I should let go Hanging in ...
He reads my latest attempt at a poem and is silent for a long time, until it feels like that ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless-of cities fill'd with ...
You like my bird-sung gardens: wings and flowers; Calm landscapes for emotion; star-lit lawns; And Youth against the sun-rise ... ...
THE SNOW piles in dark places are gone. Pools by the railroad tracks shine clear. The gravel of all shallow ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?- This violent ...
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