The Red Lacquer Music-Stand (Amy Lowell Poem)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Between the visits to the shock ward The doctors used to let you play On the old upright Baldwin Donated ...
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken ...
[This sweet Ballad, and the one entitled The Maid of the Mill's Repentance, were written on the occasion of a ...
My neighbour, none can e'er deny, Is a most beauteous maid; Her shop is ever in mine eye, When working ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
MISS HELEN SLINGSBY was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
I close my eyes and there it is a concrete walkway leading out of a small village hugging the sides ...
Color of lemon, mango, peach, These storybook villas Still dream behind Shutters, thier balconies Fine as hand- Made lace, or ...
My most respected comrades of posterity! Rummaging among these days' petrified crap, exploring the twilight of our times, you, possibly, ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
They're kindly here, to let us linger so late, Long after the shutters are up. A waiter glides from the ...
I winged my bird, Though he flew toward the setting sun; But just as the shot rang out, he soared ...
Outside the sky is light with stars; There's a hollow roaring from the sea. And, alas! for the little almond ...
But, ah! before he came You were only a name: Four little rooms and a cupboard Without a bone, And ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
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