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 ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
(Deserters) There is a world outside the one you know, To which for curiousness 'Ell can't compare-- It is the ...
(June 21st, 1887) By the well, where the bullocks go Silent and blind and slow -- By the field where ...
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire And protest, only a bubble in ...
As though it were reluctant to be day, .......Morning deploys a scale .......Of rarities in gray, And winter settles down ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
Joy from that in type we borrow, Which in life gives only sorrow. JOY. A DRAGON-FLY with beauteous wing Is ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
My father knows the proper way The nation should be run; He tells us children every day Just what should ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me -- Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place ...
To say we've done it all before is not to bend the truth and though we've lost our youth the ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar, a rose like Sharon's, lovely as her name. The world forgot ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why -- made up the tale ...
Dust is Blowing Blood is Flowing Dead are Worming U.N. are Groaning French are Moaning Bush Gets Going Protestors are ...
April, and the last of the plum blossoms scatters on the black grass before dawn. The sycamore, the lime, the ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories