The Allies (Amy Lowell Poem)
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
This nothingness that feeds upon itself: Pencils that turn to water in the hand, Parts of a sentence, hanging in ...
Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire? It isn't standin' up to charge nor lyin' ...
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The ...
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The ...
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
The difference between you and her (whom I to you did once prefer) Is clear enough to settle: She like ...
Kairos time, not Chronos time; how hard a concept, so easily missing. We live in times with signs, like the ...
We are connected one another, every moment, every place, every cell, every movement, every utterance each action, reverberates echoes, across ...
Jeff's ready watching the action moving straight for him at full speed, fast motion Black brick center of attention sliding ...
I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams ...
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- I was used -- to the Birds -- before ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how ...
Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God's lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of ...
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was ...
Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat's tail Pods of the laburnum at nine ...
Morning again, nothing has to be done, maybe buy a piano or make fudge. At least clean the room up ...
follows the river as it bends along the valley floor, going the way it must. Where water goes, so goes ...
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