Convalescence (Amy Lowell Poem)
From out the dragging vastness of the sea, Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands, He toils toward the rounding beach, ...
From out the dragging vastness of the sea, Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands, He toils toward the rounding beach, ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
We have another viceroy now, -- those days are dead and done Of Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Ulysses Gunne. Delilah ...
Many the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kissed away the tears That filled the ...
On the first night of the full moon, the primeval sack of ocean broke, & I gave birth to you ...
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they ...
Following his call, within himself what he feels told to do saving starfish on the beach returning them to life, ...
Father, Son, Holy Ghost, Three Guys, for many, three white guys, sitting in judgment, patriarchs with beards, flowing beards, without ...
One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, ...
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
The Crickets sang And set the Sun And Workmen finished one by one Their Seam the Day upon. The low ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky that extended forever from our valley to the unfathomably distant ...
At dawn I dreamed of wispy clouds, I had the time to wield and watched the regimented lines of cirrus ...
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
HEART-HIDDEN from the outer things I rose; The spirit woke anew in nightly birth Unto the vastness where forever glows ...
Ignorant before the heavens of my life, I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness of the stars. Their ...
Night. O you whose countenance, dissolved in deepness, hovers above my face. You who are the heaviest counterweight to my ...
What birds plunge through is not the intimate space, in which you see all Forms intensified. (In the Open, denied, ...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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