Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Before me lies a mass of shapeless days, Unseparated atoms, and I must Sort them apart and live them. Sifted ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind, And ne'er had seen the skies : For Nature, when his head was made, Forgot ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
Scraping the new snow the crystals sparkling after dropping off the girls preparing for tomorrow The flakes like confectioner's sugar ...
After getting home driving in the gossamer snow the dance of the crystals falling in the air accumulating on the ...
As the storm grew, the flakes fell, the wind rose, the chill set it changing snow, always changing first light, ...
A discovery in the boxed memories forgotten history of childhood, adolescence, years gone by pearls in the oyster treasures in ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, ...
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
I know a place for loitering feet Deep in the valley where the breeze Makes melody in lichened boughs, And ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
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