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 ...
This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over the line and slapping my ...
If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is ...
I heard the heavy drops falling individually, thump, thump, a staccato symphony onto the hard-tack ground the thin dirt, no ...
My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog and wife beater. In bad dreams I killed him and once, ...
How straight it flew, how long it flew, It clear'd the rutty track And soaring, disappeared from view Beyond the ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market; it sits and watches me, it sweats ...
Jim just loves to garden, yes he does. He likes nothing better than to put on his little overalls and ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
THERE was a child went forth every day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became; And ...
Jim just loves to garden, yes he does. He likes nothing better than to put on his little overalls and ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
LONG ago I learned how to sleep, In an old apple orchard where the wind swept by counting its money ...
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
Master I may be, But not of my fate. Now come the kisses, too many too late. Tell me, O ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
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