
Patterns By Amy Lowell - Giggle Poems
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden paths In my stiff, broc ...
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I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden paths In my stiff, broc ...
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The west wind has lifted a scarf On the seat close beside me; the blue of it is a violent outrage of colour. Her kisses are sharp buds of fire; and I ...
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Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble their feet And rustle to a passing wi ...
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The fourth day of Christmas, My true love sent to me Four colly birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, and A partridge in a pear tree. The fifth ...
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All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quiet, persistent rain.
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I vest myself in your oldest memory and in my oldest need. It will soon be cold here, and dark here; the grass will lie flat to search for its spring ...
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When the day lowers its vermilion tapestry over the west ridge, the water has the sound of leaves shaken in a sack, and the child's voice that you hav ...
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I used to lean in the doorway and watch my stony woman wind the copper through the black, and play with my understanding, show me she cóuld take a cup ...
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In storms and at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide around my fathomless arms, I am unable to understand the forms of my vanity or I am hard ...
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The long parabola of neck and shoulder, flank and thigh I saw permute itself through unfolding and unlimited minuteness in the movement of your tall t ...
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I have carried my pillow to the windowsill And try to sleep, with my damp arms crossed upon it, But no breeze stirs the tepid morning. I kneel by the ...
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Coming together??? it is easier to work??? after our bodies??? meet paper and pen neither care nor profit whether we write or not but as your body mov ...
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Liebe, meine liebe, I had not hoped to be so poor ?????????????????? The night winds reach like the blind breath of the world in a rhythm without min ...
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Afterwards you had that drunk, drugged look my daughter used to get, when she had let go of my nipple, her mouth gone slack and her eyes??? turned vag ...
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