Stravinsky’s Three Pieces (Amy Lowell Poems)
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
I will mix me a drink of stars, -- Large stars with polychrome needles, Small stars jetting maroon and crimson, ...
This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over the line and slapping my ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
So winter closed its fist And got it stuck in the pump. The plunger froze up a lump In its ...
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
It has a hole in it. Not only where I concentrate. The river still ribboning, twisting up, into its re- ...
Old Mr. Philosopher Comes for Ben and Claire, An ugly man, a tall man, With bright-red hair. The books that ...
The youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling In a dim library, just behind the chair From which the ancient ...
'But that was nothing to what things came out From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.' 'What were they? Mermaids? dragons? ...
Like arms of gray like strands of silver braided, and twisting rising from the ground The bodies of the supple ...
Light flakes, clusters of powder dancing in the air falling, defying gravity, swirling, spinning, rising puffed up by the side ...
A rain of color, the leaves of the maples, different kinds, red, sugar, swamp, all torquing, canting, twisting, inexorably, to ...
One thousand more of our best and brightest our nation's treasure, spent in the streets, in the dust of that ...
A fall sky in slumber warming fan brush strokes, horsehair bristles, pushed across the fall tableau Deep burgundies and dark ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the "Jesus Saves" ...
Home, for my heart still calls me; Home, through the danger zone; Home, whatever befalls me, I will sail again ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
It was not when temptation came, Swiftly and blastingly as flame, And seared me white with burning scars; When I ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Once a great love cut my life in two. The first part goes on twisting at some other place like ...
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