The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
poem supposed to be about one minute and the lives of three women in it writing it and up the ...
NEAR Clapham village, where fields began, Saint Edward met a beggar man. It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled, ...
Like those stocking a river young into the waters sowing hope downstream reaching distant shores Like a farmer planting sowing ...
An extra precious moment of peace stopping the back and forth of my day crouch down before her, as she ...
They came out of storage, off the rack around my neck, starting today, thirteen, maybe fourteen ties (or at least ...
I count my treasures o'er with care.-- The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A ...
It was a face which darkness could kill in an instant a face as easily hurt by laughter or light ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
These -- saw Visions -- Latch them softly -- These -- held Dimples -- Smooth them slow -- This -- ...
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
Well, eight months ago one clear cold day, I took a ramble up Broadway, And with my hands behind my ...
I've known the pleasures of being fired at least eleven times- most notably by Larry who found my snood unsuitable, ...
All the huskies are eaten. There is no space left in the diary, And the beads of quick words scatter ...
'A ticket for the lottery I've purchased every week,' said she 'For years a score Though desperately poor am I, ...
THIN sheets of blue smoke among white slabs . near the shingle mill . winter morning. Falling of a dry ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn't anybody's joy. Although his name was Jabez Dawes, His character was full ...
The lump of coal my parents teased I'd find in my Christmas stocking turned out each year to be an ...
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