An Opera House (Amy Lowell Poem)
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
By her faith by the mere touch the fabric of the fringe of the tassels on his robe brushing past ...
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying ...
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, As lately as Today -- I know it, by the numb look ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary to rearrange my hair. ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To ...
In the mid-city, under an oiled sky, I lay in a garden of such dusky green It seemed the dregs ...
BURY this old Illinois farmer with respect. He slept the Illinois nights of his life after days of work in ...
Leaning into the afternoons, I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There, in the highest blaze my solitude ...
America, from a grain of maize you grew to crown with spacious lands the ocean foam. A grain of maize ...
I saw a tiny God Sitting Under a bright blue umbrella That had white tassels And forked ribs of gold. ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
I Reg wished me to go with him to the field, I paused because I did not want to go; ...
Filaments of light slant like windswept rain. The orange seller hawks into the sky, a man with a hat stops ...
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