The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Groping back to bed after a piss I part the thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something. The west wind is dead, the waves Forget to hate the ...
And then we began eating corn starch, chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilfered Argo boxes stored away to stiffen ...
XLVI Bring, in this timeless grave to throw No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew ...
To my revenge, and to her desperate fears, Fly, thou made bubble of my sighs and tears! In the wild ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Something else calling something in the wind whispers of the Spirit calling me to begin Something else in service something ...
At 1:00 in the morning on a moonlit, starlit night in northern Maine, in the Allagash Wilderness silent strangers, worked ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
My salt marsh -mine, I call it, because these day-hammered fields of dazzled horizontals undulate, summers, inside me and out- ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat. Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar. We have been here for ...
'All virtues enter into this world:') A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned. The Secretary of State for War, ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
Here where the wind is always north-north-east And children learn to walk on frozen toes, Wonder begets an envy of ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
The drum of war thunders and thunders. It calls: thrust iron into the living. From every country slave after slave ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind, The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky, And ...
The moon's a little prairie-dog. He shivers through the night. He sits upon his hill and cries For fear that ...
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