Twenty-Four Hokku On A Modern Theme (Amy Lowell Poems)
I Again the larkspur, Heavenly blue in my garden. They, at least, unchanged. II How have I ...
I Again the larkspur, Heavenly blue in my garden. They, at least, unchanged. II How have I ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
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 ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch I broke and bruised your rose. I hardly could suppose It were a ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A face seen passing in a crowded street, A voice heard singing music, large and free; And from that moment ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
Before the Altar, bowed, he stands With empty hands; Upon it perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. ...
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