The Cross-Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a'mass. Warmth of ...
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- Ten years ago, from ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
It must have been in March the rug wore through. Now the day passes and I stare At warped pine ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
My father's head has become a mystery to him. We finally have something in common. When he moves his head ...
Though my mother was already two years dead Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas, put hot water bottles ...
December twenty-first we gather at the white Church festooned red and green, the tree flashing green-red lights beside the altar. ...
A little rain wasn't going to stop us we were there to scrape, to prime the house to help out, ...
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat I found you By the path Underfoot Alone ...
Campsite set Late afternoon Late June Grab a friend Get the canoe Head up the brook The tributary Portage through ...
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat I found you By the path Underfoot Alone ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
IF once in love, you'll soon invention find And not to cunning tricks and freaks be blind; The youngest 'prentice, ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
AMANG the trees, where humming bees, At buds and flowers were hinging, O, Auld Caledon drew out her drone, And ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from ...
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to ...
There are places where the eye can starve, But not here. Here, for example, is The Piazza Navona, & here ...
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