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 ...
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
FAIN had I to-day surprised my mistress, But soon found I that her door was fasten'd. Yet I had the ...
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea ...
When I heard he had entered the harbor, and circled the wharf for days, I expected the worst: shallow water, ...
The Night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single Star -- That often as a Cloud it met ...
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man -- And like a Host -- "Come in" I boldly answered -- ...
He came to read. Two or three books are open; historians and poets. But he only read for ten minutes, ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly ...
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
What are you able to build with your blocks? Castles and palaces, temples and docks. Rain may keep raining, and ...
In my dream, Celebrity, four pianos scored the room, and you -- on an antique sofa near two dark-haired innocents ...
I am packing to go to the airport but somehow I am never packed. I keep remembering more things I ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold, Enough to make one's blood run cold; Concerning four fishermen cast ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
The long lines of diesels groan toward evening carrying off the breath of the living. The face of your house ...
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