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 ...
I am waving a ripe sunflower, I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters. I am joyful because of ...
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 How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
It winds along the face of a cliff This path which I long to explore, And over it dashes a ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Slipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high? Will you come down ...
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation. Days of passive somnolence, At its wildest, indolence. Hours of empty ...
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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