In Excelsis (Amy Lowell Poems)
You — you — Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; Your ...
You — you — Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; Your ...
You are like the stemOf a young beech-tree,Straight and swaying,Breaking out in golden leaves.Your walk is like the blowing of ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung ...
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 ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
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 ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute. From my bed I can hear him, And the round ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their ...
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