Lilacs (Amy Lowell Poems)
Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. ...
Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. ...
The swans float and float Along the moat Around the Bishop's garden, And the white clouds push Across a blue ...
I Again the larkspur, Heavenly blue in my garden. They, at least, unchanged. II How have I ...
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
As I sit here in the quiet Summer night, Suddenly, from the distant road, there comes The grind and rush ...
They have watered the street,It shines in the glare of lamps,Cold, white lamps,And liesLike a slow-moving river,Barred with silver and ...
When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green ...
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its ...
You are like the stemOf a young beech-tree,Straight and swaying,Breaking out in golden leaves.Your walk is like the blowing of ...
Last night, at sunset, The foxgloves were like tall altar candles. Could I have lifted you to the roof of ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
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 ...
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
All night I wrestled with a memory Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought. The crumbled wreck of years ...
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its ...
The stars hang thick in the apple tree, The south wind smells of the pungent sea, Gold tulip cups are ...
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 ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme Had force to rise from apathy, And shaking off its lethargy Ring word-tones like ...
They have watered the street, It shines in the glare of lamps, Cold, white lamps, And lies Like a slow-moving ...
You want to know what's the matter with me, do yer? My! ain't men blinder'n moles? It ain't nothin' new, ...
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
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