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 ...
WHEN night drifts along the streets of the city, And sifts down between the uneven roofs, My mind begins to ...
Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at meWhen I pluck them;And writhe and twist,And strangle themselves against my fingers,So ...
MY thoughts Chink against my ribs And roll about like silver hail-stones. I should like to spill them out, And ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
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 ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
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