Stravinsky’s Three Pieces (Amy Lowell Poems)
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
Between us leapt a gold and scarlet flame. Into the hollow of the cupped, arched blue Of Heaven it rose. ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
My name is O'Kelly, I've heard the Revelly From Birr to Bareilly, from Leeds to Lahore, Hong-Kong and Peshawur, Lucknow ...
1895 I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was ...
The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is ...
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
If I could only explain what the suddenness of the news means to me To learn, of the certainty the ...
A small solitary island without television, phone without running water But it had the call of the loon the splash ...
What a question, what a test putting it on the line, with him right there in your face, after the ...
Buzz In my ear Behind my glasses In my mouth. Landing on my arm, neck, face, clothes Oh, let me ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
I sold her bed for a song. A song of yearning like an orphan's. Or the one knives carve into ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues: Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
DOES haughty Gaul invasion threat? Then let the louns beware, Sir; There's wooden walls upon our seas, And volunteers on ...
LET other heroes boast their scars, The marks of sturt and strife: And other poets sing of wars, The plagues ...
It is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts, That all sin is divided into two ...
Hinemoa, Tui, Maina, All of them were born together; They are quite an extra special Set of babies--wax and leather. ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
I bend to the ground to catch something whispered, urgent, drifting across the ditches. The heaviness of flies stuttering in ...
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