The Last Quarter of the Moon (Amy Lowell Poem)
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Eyes aloft, over dangerous places, The children follow the butterflies, And, in the sweat of their upturned faces, Slash with ...
The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, the ...
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
Guns! far and near Quick, sudden, angry, They startle the still street, Upturned faces appear, Doors open on darkness, There ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of ...
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
'TWAS in the month of December, and in the year l883, That a monster whale came to Dundee, Resolved for ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories