Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog slowly flows uphill. White cobwebs, the grass ...
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, ...
This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps Which is first among the women an' amazin' first ...
For Sára Karig "You are so wise," the reindeer said, "you can bind the winds of the world in a ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
a cold bright sun two days to christmas a first-quarter moon at a good vantage-point a small white coffin driven ...
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
In the naked bed, in Plato's cave, Reflected headlights slowly slid the wall, Carpenters hammered under the shaded window, Wind ...
Beneath the trees I lounged at ease And watched them speed the pace; They swerved and swung, they clutched and ...
A life hauls itself uphill through hoar-mist steaming the sun's tongue licking leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid When? When? ...
In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, With a stock to keep their chins ...
DOES the road wind uphill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole ...
Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day Of President Balmaceda and of how he ...
Uphill in Melbourne on a beautiful day a woman is walking ahead of her hair. Like teak oiled soft to ...
An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers, Where every beam that broke the leaden sky Lit other hills with fairer ...
There are places where the eye can starve, But not here. Here, for example, is The Piazza Navona, & here ...
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are ...
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