Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
My mother-- preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog's belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould ...
Like primitives we buried the cat with his bowl. Bare-handed we scraped sand and gravel back into the hole. They ...
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
An elephant went to bed and pulled a crazy quilt up under its tusks. But just as the great gray ...
"Have you ever made a just man?" "Oh, I have made three," answered God, "But two of them are dead, ...
All through an empty place I go, And find her not in any room; The candles and the lamps I ...
Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle. His Uncle came upon Franklin Hyde Carousing in the ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in ...
When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away on two ...
On the warm July river head back upside down river for a roof slowly paddling towards an estuary between trees ...
Listen. thud-thud Can you hear it? thud-thud It's the beat of my heart. thud-thud I shall live on. thud-thud My ...
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
Catch, my Uncle Jack said and oh I caught this huge apple red as Mrs Kelly's bum. It's red as ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
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