Diya (Amy Lowell Poems)
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green ...
How beautiful are the corn rows, Stretching to the morning sun, Stretching to the evening sun. Very beautiful, the long ...
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty,Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below himGleams ...
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
I have whetted my brain until it is like a Damascus blade, So keen that it nicks off the floating ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this book? Who heard thee ...
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Softly the water ripples Against the canoe's curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly ...
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Hold your soul open for my welcoming. Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me With its clear and rippled ...
See! I give myself to you, Beloved! My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a ...
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, ...
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee ...
As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty, Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below ...
'T is you that are the music, not your song. The song is but a door which, opening wide, Lets ...
The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute. From my bed I can hear him, And the round ...
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