Don’t put up my Thread and Needle (Emily Dickinson Poems)
617Don't put up my Thread and Needle -I'll begin to SewWhen the Birds begin to whistle -Better Stitches - so ...
617Don't put up my Thread and Needle -I'll begin to SewWhen the Birds begin to whistle -Better Stitches - so ...
How oft against the sunset sky or moonI watched that moving zigzag of spread wingsIn unforgotten Autumns gone too soon,In ...
Light drunkenly reels into shadow;Blurs, slurs uneasily;Slides off the eyeballs:The segments shatter.Tree-branches cut arc-light in raggedFluttering wet strips.The cup of ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- I'll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle -- Better ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Light drunkenly reels into shadow; Blurs, slurs uneasily; Slides off the eyeballs: The segments shatter. Tree-branches cut arc-light in ragged ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
Take away your knowledge, Doktor. It doesn't butter me up. You say my heart is sick unto. You ought to ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
THERE was a woman tore off a red velvet gown And slashed the white skin of her right shoulder And ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Across the brook of Time man leaping goes On stepping-stones of epochs, that uprise Fixed, memorable, midst broad shallow flows ...
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