
A Fixed Idea By Amy Lowell - Giggle Poems
What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant; and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind Aches with its presence.
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What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant; and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind Aches with its presence.
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1 Some say that Chattanooga is the Old name for Lookout Mountain To others it is an uncouth name Used only by the uncivilised Our a-historical period ...
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Airport bus from JFK cruising through Queens passing huge endless cemetery??? by Long Island’s old expressway (once a dirt path for wheelless Indians) ...
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The dove-white gulls on the wet lawn in Washington Square??? in the early morning fog each a little ghost in the gloaming Souls transmigrated maybe fr ...
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I can Hear him coming home drunk From the Elks’ Club in Elkhart Indiana, bumping the Chairs in the dark.
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1 Child of my winter, born When the new fallen soldiers froze In Asia’s steep ravines and fouled the snows, When I was torn By love I could not still, ...
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Crazy Horse, it is not fair to hide a new vision from you. A teacher here says hurt or scorned people are places where real enemies hide. And I will t ...
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To anyone who looked at us we said, “My friend”; liking the cut of a thought, we could say “Hello.” (But plain black hats rode the thoughts that made ...
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Recalling the chains of their feet, I stand and look out over grasses At the bridge they built, long abandoned, Breaking down into water at last, And ...
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The needles and pine cones about me Are full of small birds at their roundest, Their fists without mercy gripping Hard down through the tree to the ro ...
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So I would hear out those lungs,??? The air split into nine levels, Some gift of tongues of the whistler In the invalid’s bed: my mother,??? Warbling ...
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I thought my stride one day would reach every other and from then on I would walk in time with the way toward that Lobachevskian haze up ahead where t ...
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It seemed those rose-pink dishes??? she kept for special company??? were always cold, brought down??? from the shelf in jingling stacks,??? the plates ...
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I’m here to tell you that they were, and many of us did, despite ourselves, though the road from there to here is paved with dead brain cells, parents ...
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I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck??? moving away from me beyond anger or failure your face in the evening schools of longing thr ...
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The old wooden steps to the front door where I was sitting that fall morning when you came downstairs, just awake, and my joy at sight of you (emergin ...
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A doll's hair concealing??? an eggshell skull delicately??? throbbing, within which maggots in voluptuous unrest??? jostle and shrug. Oh, Eileen, my?? ...
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Big-boned and shy, they are like girls I remember from junior high, who never spoke, who kept their heads lowered and their arms crossed against their ...
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