Waking in the Blue (Robert Lowell Poem)
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. ...
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. ...
How they strut about, people in love, How tall they grow, pleased with themselves, Their hair, glossy, their skin shining. ...
Now is the rhymer's honest trade A thing for scornful laughter made. The merchant's sneer, the clerk's disdain, These are ...
Is this a life, to break thy sleep, To rise as soon as day doth peep? To tire thy patient ...
"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? And whence ...
IN search of prey once raised his pinions An eaglet; A huntsman's arrow came, and reft His right wing of ...
You young friskies who today Jump and fight in Father's hay With bows and arrows and wooden spears, Playing at ...
You're there with that hair framing your smile Social saccharin Pixie sticks, or pez All about the affectation The pose, ...
Heads snap at the Yankee white boy Anachronistic and jarring Tie dyed top hat Garish and loud Quilted and heavy ...
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
A Citizen of mighty Pelf, But much a Blockhead, in himself Disdain'd a Man of shining Parts, Master of Sciences ...
Of Bronze -- and Blaze -- The North -- Tonight -- So adequate -- it forms -- So preconcerted with ...
An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped ...
There's little to have but the things I had, There's little to bear but the things I bore. There's nothing ...
Oh, I should like to ride the seas, A roaring buccaneer; A cutlass banging at my knees, A dirk behind ...
Awhirl with events, packed with jobs one too many, the day slowly sinks as the night shadows fall. There are ...
I find it very hard to be fair-minded About people who go around being air-minded. I just can't see any ...
Humans are flown, or fall; humans can't fly. We're down with the gravity-stemmers, rare, thick-boned, often basso. Most animals above ...
The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes. Some would be devoted to acting against consciousness, Like the flight ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
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