Convalescence (Amy Lowell Poem)
From out the dragging vastness of the sea, Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands, He toils toward the rounding beach, ...
From out the dragging vastness of the sea, Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands, He toils toward the rounding beach, ...
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
In this dream that dogs me I am part Of a silent crowd walking under a wall, Leaving a football ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
Her story, her dream a love story, being written words of the path the journey of their lives, apart coming ...
Her story, her dream a love story, being written in the words of the path the journey of their lives, ...
They made of me a May Pole Last night in the narthex, the entry Of our church, Free of chairs ...
Like Time's insidious wrinkle On a beloved Face We clutch the Grace the tighter Though we resent the crease The ...
One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There's only one recorded, But both belong to ...
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides -- You may have met Him -- did you not His notice ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these; Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
A Frenchman and an Englishman Resolved to fight a duel, And hit upon a savage plan, Because their hate was ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Today your things depart. Your faience cup fell off the table at sunrise and cracked. Your old grey dog did ...
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not ...
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not ...
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