Stravinsky’s Three Pieces (Amy Lowell Poems)
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Live, live with me, and thou shalt see The pleasures I'll prepare for thee: What sweets the country can afford ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror and the hunters ...
NEAR Clapham village, where fields began, Saint Edward met a beggar man. It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled, ...
The stockings from the mantel piece sitting at their feet the presents still sitting, wrapped under the Christmas tree Pausing ...
Slowly, over the course of the week the house of place of memory of Christmas cheer, of garland and glow, ...
They came out of storage, off the rack around my neck, starting today, thirteen, maybe fourteen ties (or at least ...
Not coffeecake though they evoke memories too no it was a tea ring, cinnamon, raisins, white icing and a maraschino ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
I'll tell of Canute, King of England, A native of Denmark was he, His hobbies was roving and raiding And ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
So I pull my Stockings off Wading in the Water For the Disobedience' Sake Boy that lived for "or'ter" Went ...
To the tune "Red Lips" Tired of swinging indolent I rise with a slender hand put right my hair the ...
Sharp was the frost, the wind was high And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky Sly Dick in arts of cunning ...
If the idea of immortality is excluded, there remains dust, grass, water that forms puddles, the branch from which the ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
The nicest child I ever knew Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or tore His stockings or ...
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
After you left me I let a dog smell at My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose ...
The first rain reminds me Of the rising summer dust. The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear. A year ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...
Ithaca, October 1993: Jorie went on a lingerie tear, wanting to look like a moll in a Chandler novel. Dinner, ...
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