Towns in Colour (Amy Lowell Poems)
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. ...
I Again the larkspur, Heavenly blue in my garden. They, at least, unchanged. II How have I ...
STUDY IN WHITES Wax-white- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. The ...
I want no horns to rouse me up to-night, And trumpets make too clamorous a ring To fit my mood, ...
A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The ...
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 ...
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Near where I live there is a lake As blue as blue can be, winds make It dance as they ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
See! I give myself to you, Beloved! My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a ...
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring! Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers! The climbing sun with new recovered powers ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
Guarded within the old red wall's embrace, Marshalled like soldiers in gay company, The tulips stand arrayed. Here infantry Wheels ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the ...
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
I own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, ...
Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run; Holding up A scent-brimmed ...
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