Azure and Gold (Amy Lowell Poem)
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
Be patient with you? When the stooping sky Leans down upon the hills And tenderly, as one who soothing stills ...
"And there was no more sea." Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim Calling to the Angels ...
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith ...
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
There is a quiet in my heart Like on who rests from days of pain. Outside, the sparrows on the ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
"Sweep thy faint strings, Musician, With thy long lean hand; Downward the starry tapers burn, Sinks soft the waning sand; ...
(IN THE BEGINNING) THE sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an ...
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