The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause To reckon thee. I ask what cause Set free so much of red ...
Sometimes the poem doesn't want to come; it hides from the poet like a playful cat who has run under ...
In this evil year, autumn comes early... I walk by night in the field, alone, the rain clatters, The wind ...
IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward ...
I -- A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under ...
Tapping the springs of heaven filling my cup fed by the living waters drinking, drinking them up Raised from the ...
In the city block, right behind downtown two might maples in their backyard Walking home from school dropping off the ...
An extra precious moment of peace stopping the back and forth of my day crouch down before her, as she ...
It was raining when they awoke hear it tapping on the air conditioner on the bulkhead below the kitchen window ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Now it is time to say what you have to say. The room is quiet. The whirring fan has been ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
She fears him, and will always ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
I never may turn the loop of a road Where sudden, ahead, the sea is Iying, But my heart drags ...
Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds The woodpecker went tapping on, the postman of the ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill, The sun looks from the hill Helmed in his winter ...
Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange ...
The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window The tassel of the blind swings ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
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