The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
I always wanted to give birth Do that incredible natural thing That women do-I nearly broke down When I heard ...
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and ...
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
'We were killing pigs when the Yanks arrived. A Tuesday morning, sunlight and gutter-blood Outside the slaughter house. >From the ...
Either at my friend's daughter's sixteen-year-old body dumped on the morgue slab, T-shirt stuck fast to one ripped breast I ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
What would I give to see his face? I'd give -- I'd give my life -- of course -- But ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the ...
Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought; But we're sick of prayers and Providence ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
Take this quiet woman, she has been standing before a polishing wheel for over three hours, and she lacks twenty ...
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...
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