The Basket (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
No one understood the perfume of the dark magnolia of your womb. Nobody knew that you tormented a hummingbird of ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
SEest thou younder craggy Rock, Whose Head o'er-looks the swelling Main, Where never Shepherd fed his Flock, Or careful Peasant ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment ...
We have a small sculpture of Henry James on our terrace in New York City. Nothing would surprise him. The ...
Wounded I sing, tormented I indite, Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest: Sorrow hath chang'd its note: ...
My own heart let me have more have pity on; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, Charitable; ...
We two are last in hell; what may we fear To be tormented or kept pris'ners here I Alas! if ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
[This sweet Ballad, and the one entitled The Maid of the Mill's Repentance, were written on the occasion of a ...
as others before him, the king and the prophets the ruler, seeing, understanding knowing the one from God perplexed, confounded, ...
God was there, in the brilliant flash of light in the booming voice from on high speaking to His tormented, ...
Demons released from his body, chose death, drowning in the sea over returning to the dark abyss, In death a ...
If only I were a shock-worker, how well would I live or so my little bit of Russian would say ...
It sometimes happens that the woman you meet and fall in love with is of that strange Transylvanian people with ...
Everyone, after all, was killed: he who was crucified, he who died without skin, he who died without a head, ...
I pray thee leave, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me. I but in vain that ...
... Among the shadows of the groaning elms, amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves ... ... Once there were ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
Ever since those wondrous days of Creation our Lord God sleeps: we are His sleep. And He accepted this in ...
Strange violin, why do you follow me? In how many foreign cities did you speak of your lonely nights and ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
You would not believe, would you That I came from good Welsh stock? That I was purer blooded than the ...
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