The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly ...
Butcher the evil millionaire, peasant, And leave him stinking in the square. Torture the chancellor. Leave the ambassador Strung by ...
The snail pushes through a green night, for the grass is heavy with water and meets over the bright path ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
To Ridgely Torrence On Last Looking into His 'Hesperides' I often see flowers from a passing car That are gone ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
I had not minded -- Walls -- Were Universe -- one Rock -- And far I heard his silver Call ...
Advance is Life's condition The Grave but a Relay Supposed to be a terminus That makes it hated so -- ...
I thought of how a whale's white ribs could choke the sky's blue neck, massive vertebrae half-buried in sand, and ...
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
It is so peaceful on the ceiling! It is the Place de la Concorde. The little crystal chandelier is off, ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine; Refresh your recollection, And sit a moment, to define His means of self-protection. How truly ...
Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You've moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you ...
There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
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