Spring Day (Amy Lowell Poem)
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
I'll tell you what you wanderers, who drift from town to town; Don't look into a good girl's eyes, until ...
1. Had the ham bone, had the lentils, Got to meat store for the salt pork, Got to grocery for ...
The lad came to the door at night, When lovers crown their vows, And whistled soft and out of sight ...
"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, ...
At noon thepaper tigers roar -- Miroslav Holub The paper tigers roar at noon; The sun is hot, the sun ...
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State I with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious, and un-familiar. Take ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
Yup, I did it again; went shopping while hungry I even stood at the deli counter, contemplating whether or not ...
Sweet maple syrup, bitter radish, salad greens Tart lemon, juicy fruits Sour rhubarb, creamy sauces Raw meat, flaky fish rich ...
Why is the color blue, blue why is red, red you get the idea, the idea of color but why ...
The bean is our friend Java, joe, latte or espresso To go or at home Rich and jazzed Or decaf ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
Who does not wish, ever to judge aright, And, in the Course of Life's Affairs, To have a quick, and ...
Here take my picture; though I bid farewell, Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell. 'Tis like ...
Love -- is that later Thing than Death -- More previous -- than Life -- Confirms it at its entrance ...
Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless -- Combine A Chance's faintest Tincture And in ...
Colours fade into nameless shades of grey and where the tonsure of bas-relief crudely stands effete, semantic symbolism degrades into ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
Holding with shaking hands a letter from some Official - high up he says in the Ministry, I note that ...
Cocooned in Time, at this inhuman height, The packaged food tastes neutrally of clay, We never seem to catch the ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips, this whiskey tastes like California but is Kentucky, like Berkeley where he truly ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
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