The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
An arid daylight shines along the beach Dried to a grey monotony of tone, And stranded jelly-fish melt soft upon ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD. We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned ...
Primitive I ate my fill of a whale that died And stranded after a month at sea. . . . ...
Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled ...
A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom, And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the ...
The Days that we can spare Are those a Function die Or Friend or Nature -- stranded then In our ...
I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of ...
They'll always tell a story those obscure mementos stacked on dusty shelves, demure and silent like the other gaudy tributes ...
Sixteen below. Our care like stranded hulls litter all day our little Avenues. It was 28 below. No one goes ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
I believe that a young woman Is standing in a circle of lions In the other side of the sky. ...
Get out of my walled infinity Of the star circle round my heart Of my mouthful of sun Get out ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales to look at; ...
Filaments of light slant like windswept rain. The orange seller hawks into the sky, a man with a hat stops ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories