Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I want to understand the steep thing that climbs ladders in your throat. I can't make sense of you. Everywhere ...
I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my ...
for kelly happiness is the stuff of birthdays and the coming of sweet things when they are not expected happiness ...
On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert's grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was ...
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Time, the Jester, jeers at you; Your life's a fleeting breath; Your birthday's flimsy I.O.U. To that old devil, Death. ...
AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of ...
Two girls there are : within the house One sits; the other, without. Daylong a duet of shade and light ...
Love is sharper than stones or sticks; Lone as the sea, and deeper blue; Loud in the night as a ...
Such insignificance: a glance at your record on the doctor's desk or a letter not meant for you. How could ...
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, ...
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