Interlude (Amy Lowell Poems)
When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green ...
When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green ...
This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
It winds along the face of a cliff This path which I long to explore, And over it dashes a ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
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 ...
When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against ...
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
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