Diya (Amy Lowell Poems)
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
Here we go round the ivy-bush, And that's a tune we all dance to. Little poet people snatching ivy, Trying ...
You came to me in the pale starting of Spring,And I could not see the worldFor the blue mist of ...
This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks ...
They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia, Opulent, flaunting. Round gold Flung out of a pale green stalk. Round, ripe ...
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
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 ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
How empty seems the town now you are gone! A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls Hide nothing to ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
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 ...
Hold your soul open for my welcoming. Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me With its clear and rippled ...
Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age, When hours were long and days sufficed to hold Wide-eyed delights and pleasures ...
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against ...
I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never ...
Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any ...
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
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