Towns in Colour (Amy Lowell Poems)
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
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 ...
First MovementThin-voiced, nasal pipesDrawing sound out and outUntil it is a screeching thread,Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,It hurts.Whee-e-e!Bump! Bump! ...
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
Before me,On either side of me,I see sand.If I turn the corner of my house,I see sand,Long, brownLines and levels ...
As I sit here in the quiet Summer night, Suddenly, from the distant road, there comes The grind and rush ...
You — you — Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; Your ...
Here we go round the ivy-bush, And that's a tune we all dance to. Little poet people snatching ivy, Trying ...
STUDY IN WHITES Wax-white- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. The ...
All day long I have been working, Now I am tired I call: "Where are you?" But there is only ...
I want no horns to rouse me up to-night, And trumpets make too clamorous a ring To fit my mood, ...
A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The ...
You came to me in the pale starting of Spring,And I could not see the worldFor the blue mist of ...
I am waving a ripe sunflower, I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters. I am joyful because of ...
The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. ...
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 ...
GRASS-BLADES push up between the cobblestones And catch the sun on their flat sides Shooting it back, Gold and emerald, ...
Stupefy my heart to every day's monotony, Seal up my eyes, I would not look so far, Chasten my steps ...
When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green ...
This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks ...
Shall I give you white currants? I do not know why, but I have a sudden fancy for this fruit. ...
White, glittering sunlight fills the market square, Spotted and sprigged with shadows. Double rows Of bartering booths spread out their ...
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its ...
How beautiful are the corn rows, Stretching to the morning sun, Stretching to the evening sun. Very beautiful, the long ...
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
Little cramped words scrawling all over the paperLike draggled fly's legs,What can you tell of the flaring moonThrough the ...
Why do you subdue yourself in golds and purples? Why do you dim yourself with folded silks? Do you not ...
Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited ...
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