The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
As if I were composed of dust and air, The shape confronting me upon the stair (Athlete of shadow, lighted ...
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are ...
Samuel Sewall, in a world of wigs, Flouted opinion in his personal hair; For foppery he gave not any figs, ...
Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank; lank ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
I'd walk her home after work buying roses and talking of Bechsteins. She was full of soul. Her small room ...
As I perceive I am dying now and know I will not speak again, will not survive the earth, be ...
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants ...
More than halfway up the pass Was a spring with a broken drinking glass, And whether the farmer drank or ...
« I sing the LORD'S songs » (palms once tough to stay alive, alarm clock on five). Cinnamon cheeks, Lord, ...
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
I like to see it lap the Miles -- And lick the Valleys up -- And stop to feed itself ...
I thought of how a whale's white ribs could choke the sky's blue neck, massive vertebrae half-buried in sand, and ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to ...
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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