A Ballad of Footmen (Amy Lowell Poem)
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
Gone now the baby's nurse, a lioness who ruled the roost and made the Mother cry. She used to tie ...
The saris go by me from the embassies. Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet. They look back at ...
I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert. I watch, and am ...
The clock of my days winds down. The cat eats sparrows outside my window. Once, she brought me a small ...
Freezing dusk is closing Like a slow trap of steel On trees and roads and hills and all That can ...
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
Here in turn succeed and rule Carter, smith, and village fool, Then again the place is known As tavern, shop, ...
Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks. Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room -- ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
Between Rita and my eyes There is a rifle And whoever knows Rita Kneels and plays To the divinity in ...
Victory comes late -- And is held low to freezing lips -- Too rapt with frost To take it -- ...
Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree -- She looks down just as often And just as tenderly ...
I envy Seas, whereon He rides -- I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey -- I envy ...
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
All's over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
They dont make it the beautiful die in flame- sucide pills,rat poison,rope what- ever... they rip their arms off, throw ...
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