The Trout (Amy Lowell Poem)
Naughty little speckled trout, Can't I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the ...
Naughty little speckled trout, Can't I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the ...
Exchange in greed the ungraceful signs. Thrust The thick notes between green apple breasts. Then the shadow of the devil ...
The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where eath tooth-point goes. The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
There's a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room. A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water, And ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
A dream tree, Polly's tree: a thicket of sticks, each speckled twig ending in a thin-paned leaf unlike any other ...
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a ...
When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone's bed and I ...
SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote. See the white ...
When for the Thorns with which I long, too long, With many a piercing wound, My Saviours head have crown'd, ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
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