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 ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea Far out of sight of land, his mind intent Upon the ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
(For Kenton) An iron hand has stilled the throats That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee And dammed the flood ...
The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart And I like the smell of ...
"Dulce et decorum est" The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it sings to-day. The road is ...
The clock is silent nowadays clocks no longer need to make that rhythmic sound of life. We have moved on ...
In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches ...
(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic") I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the ...
I am a kind word uttered and repeated By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the ...
And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered, saying: You talk when you cease to be at ...
Pulling to up to the house stopping, a shimmering image before me the sugar maple behind, swaying shimmering in the ...
My back, my muscles loosening, becoming limber applying the liniment of work the rhythmic motion, the shovel biting in the ...
What tenements of clover Are fitting for the bee, What edifices azure For butterflies and me -- What residences nimble ...
To glibly say that Joe was sort of odd quite missed the point. Peculiar in many ways and kind of ...
I'm sure it would be easier to survive as a dead poet, I mean it in the surmise that I ...
Absorbed in familiar rhythms, carillon of senses steeped in good vibrations, surrounded by musical beat pulsing potently in avidly articulated ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking. He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark that he barks every time ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over The edge of the blue, and the ...
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...
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