Spring Day (Amy Lowell Poem)
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its ...
It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it. It mounts to the chandeliers and ...
Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt mindfulness at work, I thought, ...
Like the first disciples understanding his message to the rich fool to give away his possessions while he walked on ...
If we continue, following the world off the cliff, into the abyss oblivion, away from the covenant, the commandments, the ...
Each of us complicit part of the problem growing an army of shoppers mercenaries versed, well armed and trainer, in ...
Living, in a loving community as God would wish, as he taught his people in the words of his son ...
Nothing retained, kept for themselves, trusting, faith alone, giving all not holding back Selling what was theirs alone giving the ...
They were living, pursuing seeking after other wealth not the material trappings of life not holding back, giving all selling ...
Slimmer pickings at the farm stand smaller, more immature lighter kernels on the cob late corn, from the gleanings before ...
That is what the bright neon sign read this bit of fun, this whimsy this place Leno would love to ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
The other day I listened to a man on the radio who made uncommon common sense, 'specially since it was ...
(For D. M. C.) The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. "Come inside!" he ...
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 ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
O west of all that a man holds dear, on the edge of the Kingdom Come, Where carriage is far ...
"Only a pound," said the auctioneer, "Only a pound; and I'm standing here Selling this animal, gain or loss -- ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
Alas! the people now do sigh and moan For the loss of Wm. Ewart Gladstone, Who was a very great ...
I had no objection at all To selling my household effects at auction On the village square. It gave my ...
I never saw any difference Between playing cards for money And selling real estate, Practicing law, banking, or anything else. ...
I was the daughter of Lambert Hutchins, Born in a cottage near the grist-mill, Reared in the mansion there on ...
for Jim Cummins In Iowa, Jim dreamed that Della Street was Anne Sexton's twin. Dave drew a comic strip called ...
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
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