Penumbra (Amy Lowell Poems)
As I sit here in the quiet Summer night, Suddenly, from the distant road, there comes The grind and rush ...
As I sit here in the quiet Summer night, Suddenly, from the distant road, there comes The grind and rush ...
All day long I have been working, Now I am tired I call: "Where are you?" But there is only ...
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 ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this book? Who heard thee ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
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