The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring. Comforter, where, ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
Russia and America circle each other; Threats nudge an act that were without doubt A melting of the mould in ...
as the landscape falls away the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion is content to stand alone berries (the very tint ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
No Time To think, to plan, to dream, to be ready Reading slower as time goes on Words blur in ...
He gave away his Life -- To Us -- Gigantic Sum -- A trifle -- in his own esteem -- ...
I thought my father was far too fat - eagerly I told him so, if he was offended it didn't ...
The earth is full of rhythms so precise the octave of the crystal can produce a trillion oscillations, yet not ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
I took my heart in my hand (O my love, O my love), I said: Let me fall or stand, ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
'Twas on the 26th of August, the sun was burning hot, In the year of 1346, which will never be ...
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