Sancta Maria, Succurre Miseris (Amy Lowell Poem)
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
The Rav of Northern White Russia declined, in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
Taut, thick fingers punch the teeth of my typewriter. Three words are down on paper in capitals: SPRING SPRING SPRING... ...
Like any good gymnast, she holds her arms just so straight and taut walking oh so carefully, at least the ...
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
How far is it to peace, the piper sighed, The solitary, sweating as he paused. Asphalt the noon; the ravens, ...
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
Awakening in the twenty four hour embrace of a few moments sleep, where half a lifetime eludes dreams; and feeling ...
I thought my father was far too fat - eagerly I told him so, if he was offended it didn't ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
He's an old man. Used up and bent, crippled by time and indulgence, he slowly walks along the narrow street. ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE There is a panther stalks me down: One day I'll ...
That slim creek out of the sky the dried-blood western gum tree is all stir in its high reaches: its ...
Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas. Half the catalogue of ships is mine: that flight of cranes, long stretched-out line, that once ...
So here the great man stood, fermenting malice and poems we have to be nearly as fierce against ourselves as ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
You never saw the spring my love Or the red tailed hawk circling high above On feathered wings my love ...
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