Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
At intermission I find her backstage still practicing the piece coming up next. She calls it the "solo in high ...
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like ...
Do not look for the stones in water above the mud, the boat is gone. No longer with nets and ...
To be the lantern, the lamp high up on the lamp stand God's light shining in us Not a mere ...
They carried Your light up into the chancel old pros handling an unlit tallow with calm aplomb deftly relighting the ...
I sat transfixed, enthralled, entranced in the grip the allure, the beauty the magic in the flickering flame slowly consuming ...
The tart had been melted before it sat solid in the warmer on the back of the stove She put ...
The barber has accidentally taken off an ear. It lies like something newborn on the floor in a nest of ...
These held their Wick above the West -- Till when the Red declined -- Or how the Amber aided it ...
The Lamp burns sure -- within -- Tho' Serfs -- supply the Oil -- It matters not the busy Wick ...
That odd old man is dead a year -- We miss his stated Hat. 'Twas such an evening bright and ...
By a departing light We see acuter, quite, Than by a wick that stays. There's something in the flight That ...
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone ...
Good Night! Which put the Candle out? A jealous Zephyr -- not a doubt -- Ah, friend, you little knew ...
Warm rain and soft breeze by turns Have just broken And driven away the chill. Moist as the pussy willows, ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
these things that we support most well have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
If ever I saw blessing in the air I see it now in this still early day Where lemon-green the ...
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