After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok (Amy Lowell Poem)
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
In Vienna there are ten little girls, a shoulder for death to cry on, and a forest of dried pigeons. ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
So long as 'neath the Kalka hills The tonga-horn shall ring, So long as down the Solon dip The hard-held ...
Eyes of grey -- a sodden quay, Driving rain and falling tears, As the steamer wears to sea In a ...
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas, ...
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House Run by a lady my age. She was gay. When I ...
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
I HAVE loved; for the first time with passion I rave! I then was the servant, but now am the ...
THE INDIFFERENT. COME to the dance with me, come with me, fair one! Dances a feast-day like this may well ...
Standing on water buoyed by your love even when the winds make some standing confidently knowing you can hold me ...
The strider skating like the Apollo lunar lander standing in the moon dust leaving a mere impression Standing on the ...
As certain of the strider counting on the surface tension to buoy it up on its feet We are to ...
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
You take my hand and I'm suddenly in a bad movie, it goes on and on and why am I ...
America, from a grain of maize you grew to crown with spacious lands the ocean foam. A grain of maize ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
A Waltz Song. O sway, and swing, and sway, And swing, and sway, and swing! Ah me, what bliss like ...
My student-lamp is lighted, The books and papers are spread; A sound comes floating upwards, Chasing the thoughts from my ...
I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright ...
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