The Basket (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
We sat in the belly of the aeroplane and held out for sirens to swerve across the grass; men with ...
You gave me the child that seamed my belly & stitched up my life. You gave me: one book of ...
The cats pressed whiskers alert the leaves outside the window wonderfully alive moving in concert as if stitched together the ...
A tapestry is being stitched year by year story by story, step by step, thread by thread Pictures of our ...
A tapestry is being stitched year by year story by story, step by step, thread by thread Pictures of our ...
Seeing her young face a little bit dirty her mother tentative wanting to say yes the little stuffed dolly with ...
Connected, intertwined, the branches, the vine knitted together, strong, growing, loving, nurturing the branches, the vine, touching linked one to ...
A message for the children, for the congregation woven in simple terms, stitched in more theological discourse about those called, ...
Writing is so much about seeing the words, the constellations, points of light against the black sky, the mind's eye ...
One sinner saved, one soul repentant, one breach stitched shut, to begin anew, to chart a different course to be ...
Words of love, agape love, told to a hand, a foot, an ear, those with prophesy, with tongues to share, ...
Tears of frustration welling up, from deep down down within the soul, a tremor a quake in the psyche; innate ...
A tapestry is being stitched story by story, step by step, thread by thread Pictures of her life come alive ...
I remember him all so vividly like it was so recent far fewer than the close to forty years ago ...
She sat beside me in the car a dark skirt a white, hand stitched blouse with bright Andean characters, dolls ...
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
I saw no Way -- The Heavens were stitched -- I felt the Columns close -- The Earth reversed her ...
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony Toyed ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Across the floor flits the mechanical toy, fit for a king of several centuries back. A little circus horse with ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Indelicate is he who loathes The aspect of his fleshy clothes, -- The flying fabric stitched on bone, The vesture ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
I met a guy I used to know, who said: "You take your '57 Karnak, now, The model that they ...
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