Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
We hear a great commotion 'Bout the ship that comes to grief, That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on ...
NOT in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
If you meet literature from Africa Or even their mentors In such works You realize a trait of madness Pumping ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
More than the others senses of our bodies more than sight, taste more than our hearing, our sense of smell ...
I met evil, coming inside from the bright summer day on the Vineyard, so long ago His eyes full of ...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me -- when the memory of the body awakens, and ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
'Twas in the year of 1858, and on October the fourteenth day, That a fire broke out in a warehouse, ...
I could stare for hours at her, the woman stepping out of her bath, breasts bare, towel around her waist, ...
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