The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
I "O Time, whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours, As of one who all unwittingly has wounded ...
One of the amazing things in writing the poems, the posts for this blog, the numbers of lives touched people ...
You have been on my mind, constantly, urgently, tenderly. We are miles apart, time zones away; but you are with ...
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
The Sun and Moon must make their haste -- The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The ...
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon -- The Flower -- distinct and Red -- I, passing, thought another Noon ...
It was a fat-tyred 4WD utility hard back, the sort of ute you'd expect a contractor to drive, except it ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone' but Henry had need of friends. They disappeared Shall I ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
A born salesman, my father made all his dough by selling wool to Fieldcrest, Woolrich and Faribo. A born talker, ...
Yes, my friends!--that happier times have been Than the present, none can contravene; That a race once lived of nobler ...
She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly ...
HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of ...
I am stretched out under the lean-to Of an old tobacco-shed On a farm in North Carolina. A cardinal sings ...
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend Above the rolling ball in ...
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