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• A Lady

  You are beautiful and faded,
  Like an old opera tune
  Played upon a harpsichord; …

  Amy Lowell

• Chinoiseries - Reflections

  When i looked into your eyes,
  I saw a garden
  With peonies, and tinkling pagodas, …

  Amy Lowell

• Chinoiseries - Falling Snow

  The snow whispers about me,
  And my wooden clogs
  Leave holes behind me in the snow. …

  Amy Lowell

• Chinoiseries - Hoar-frost

  In the cloud-gray mornings
  I head the herons flying;
  And when I came into my garden, …

  Amy Lowell

• Solitaire

  When night drifts along the streets of the city,
  And sifts down between the uneven roofs,
  My mind begins to peek and peer. …

  Amy Lowell

• Red Slippers

  red slippers in a shop-window; and outside in the street, flaws of gray, windy sleet!
  Behind the polished glass the slippers hang in long threads of red, festooning from the ceiling like stalactites of blood, flooding the eyes of passers-by with dripping color, jamming their crimson reflections a…

  Amy Lowell

• Apology

  Be not angry with me that I bear
  Your colors everywhere,
  All through each crowded street, …

  Amy Lowell

• Song from "Mater"

  Long ago, in the young moonlight,
  I lost my heart to a hero;
  Strong and tender and stern and right, …

  Percy Mackaye

• Sacrifice

  Love suffereth all things,
  And we,
  Out of the travail and pain of our striving, …

  Frederic Manning

• At Even

  Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping.
  Hush, ye winds, that are full of sorrow!
  Hush, ye rains, from your weary weeping! …

  Frederic Manning

• Ships

  I cannot tell their wonder nor make known
  Magic that once thrilled through me to the bone;
  But all men praise some beauty, tell some tale, …

  John Masefield

• Cargoes

  Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
  Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
  With a cargo of ivory, …

  John Masefield

• Watching

  I heard the wind all day,
  And what it was trying to say.
  I heard the wind all night …

• What am I, Life?

  What am I, Life? A thing of watery halt
  Held in cohesion by unresting cells,
  Which work they know not why, which never halt, …

  John Masefield

• Spoon River Anthology - The Hill

  Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom and Charley,
  The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, the fighter?
  All, all, are sleeping on the hill. …

  Edgar Lee Masters

• Spoon River Anthology - Ollie McGee

  Have you seen walking through the village
  A man with downcast eyes and haggard face?
  That is my husband who, by secret cruelty …

  Edgar Lee Masters

• Spoon River Anthology - Daisy Fraser

  Did you ever hear of Editor Whedon
  Giving to the public treasury any of the money he received
  For supporting candidates for office? …

  Edgar Lee Masters

• Spoon River Anthology - Hare Drummer

  Do the boys and girls still go to Siever’s
  For cider, after school, in late September?
  Or gather hazel nuts among the thickets …

  Edgar Lee Masters

• Spoon River Anthology - Doc Hill

  I went up and down the streets
  Here and there by day and night,
  Through all hours of the night caring for the poor who were sick. …

  Edgar Lee Masters

• Spoon River Anthology - Fiddler Jones

  The earth keeps some vibration going
  There in your heart, and that is you.
  And if the people find you can fiddle, …

  Edgar Lee Masters

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