Reflections (Amy Lowell Poems)
When I looked into your eyes, I saw a garden With peonies, and tinkling pagodas, And round-arched bridges Over still ...
When I looked into your eyes, I saw a garden With peonies, and tinkling pagodas, And round-arched bridges Over still ...
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 ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
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 ...
You want to know what's the matter with me, do yer? My! ain't men blinder'n moles? It ain't nothin' new, ...
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
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 ...
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
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 ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
I will mix me a drink of stars, -- Large stars with polychrome needles, Small stars jetting maroon and crimson, ...
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
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