The Cross-Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
A delicate young Negro stands With the reins of a horse clutched loosely in his hands; So delicate, indeed, that ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
I think to Live -- may be a Bliss To those who dare to try -- Beyond my limit to ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain Where native Otter sports his scanty stream, Musing in torpid woe a ...
The ewes crowd to the mangers; Their bellies widen, sag; Their udders tighten. Soon The little voices cry In morning ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I THINK we are too ready with complaint In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope Indeed beyond ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
A man once read with mind surprised Of the way that people were "hypnotised"; By waving hands you produced, forsooth, ...
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
You come in late, wiping your lips. What did I leave untouched on the doorstep--- White Nike, Streaming between my ...
And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth's noonward height To feel the always coming on The ...
Mr Kessler, you know, was in the army, And he drew six dollars a month as a pension, And stood ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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