1777 (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
The cup of salvation pouring love into us changing us from the inside washing over us Filling our empty hearts ...
The world contracting pulling in on itself slowing down and sleeping like the animals hibernating under a blanket of white ...
For only in these words of the one who would go to the cross are we able to change the ...
The air whiter, the sky darker heavier flakes, snow falling, more certainly heavier, swirling to the ground a purposeful march, ...
watching the snow, slowly starting accumulating snow, first on the lawn, building, gathering on the needles broad, small, firs, pines ...
We pray that Thy will, oh Lord will be done, a prayer for the world for the world for all ...
After the rains, the cold heavy fall rains, there was a different forest, a change shades of brown, of yellow, ...
We were filling in the blanks, replacing Lois, replacing Eunice, the names of his mother, his grandmother, those faithful, from ...
It always seems, wherever I turn we are the bad guys, the ones in the way the ones asking Him ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion -- Warms some poor name That never felt ...
For months on end the pumpkins lay at peace, their parent vines had all but browned and died although a ...
PREFACE If---and the thing is wildly possible---the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Collating bones: I would have liked to do. Henry would have been hot at that. I missed his profession. As ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
It took all day to get going. I spent the morning off like an antiquated fax machine. You prodded me ...
for Lindsay AIDS knows the condom wrapped penetration of strangers and lovers, deep inside only a tear away from risk ...
Among the more irritating minor ideas Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home To Concord, at the edge of things, ...
The sun rose like a tarnished looking-glass to catch the sun and flash His hot message at the missionaries below-- ...
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