Tag Archives: Classic Poems

The Seaside – Lee Harwood

(for Peter Ruppell) You wrote such a love poem that I wasdumb-founded & left to scratch the sandAlone in the surf I couldn’t join the bait-diggersI’d left my fork and bucket at home& I am not rough by nature You … Continue reading

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The Final Painting – Lee Harwood

The white cloud passed over the landthere is sea always round the landthe sky is blue always above the cloudthe cloud in the blue continues to move– nothing is limited by the canvas or frame –the white cloud can be … Continue reading

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A Japanese Wood-Carving – Amy Lowell

High up above the open, welcoming door  It hangs, a piece of wood with colors dim.  Once, long ago, it was a waving tree  And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves  Of forest trees, in a thick eastern … Continue reading

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A Little Song – Amy Lowell

When you, my Dear, are away, away,  How wearily goes the creeping day.  A year drags after morning, and night  Starts another year of candlelight.  O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon!  Grant me, I beg of you, this boon.  Whirl … Continue reading

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To A Friend – Amy Lowell

I ask but one thing of you, only one,  That always you will be my dream of you;  That never shall I wake to find untrue  All this I have believed and rested on,  Forever vanished, like a vision gone  … Continue reading

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The Pond – Amy Lowell

Cold, wet leaves Floating on moss-colored water,  And the croaking of frogs- Cracked bell-notes in the twilight. 

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Night Clouds – Amy Lowell

The white mares of the moon rush along the sky Beating their golden hoofs upon the glass Heavens  The white mares are all standing on their hind legs  Pawing at the green porcelain doors of the remote Heavens  Fly, mares! … Continue reading

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