Thompson’s Lunch Room — Grand Central Station (Amy Lowell Poems)
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
In frames as large as rooms that face all ways And block the ends of streets with giant loaves, Screen ...
1 "O Mary, go and call the cattle home, 2 And call the cattle home, 3 And call the cattle ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
1918 We're not so old in the Army List, But we're not so young at our trade, For we had ...
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today's bad sky about to rain. We're white and understand why Indians ...
Dear Condor: Much thanks for that telephonic support from North Carolina when I suddenly went ape in the Iowa tulips. ...
Fishermen at Ballyshannon Netted an infant last night Along with the salmon. An illegitimate spawning, A small one thrown back ...
The painter a master artistry sublime each one different though the same A palette of autumn dabbed on each leaves ...
In the rushing water standing on the precipice at the crest of the falls perched on the sunken rocks the ...
As we listened to the songs the easy flow of banter on the lawn dancing, running children finding friends, new ...
Someone finding, fragments, words I have written calling them to these snippets of my life from so far away Wondering ...
In the whole garden like screens of green plane of green rising into the morning sun a single poppy more ...
Above the tree line beside the silhouette of the dark church a contrail of a jet falling toward the horizon ...
Apricot and periwinkle Robin's egg and salmon. Moments of Yesterday's sunset Frozen in my mind. No Nikon or Kodak, No ...
A pause on the bridge, a break in my day, as night came A stop to drink in the murmur, ...
Pastel colors Watercolors Brushed on the sky Nature's palette Fan brush and wash With foreground and background Drawing shadows Before ...
He is said to have been the last Red man In Action. And the Miller is said to have laughed-- ...
You've read of several kinds of Cat, And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
As the salmon seeks its mother gravel through the lying ions of the sea, I seek you. Without your body ...
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
A snowy morning-- by myself, chewing on dried salmon. (Matsuo Basho)
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
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