Amy Lowell: Bath
The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air.
April 29, 2022 · 3 Comments
Amy Lowell: A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M.
Opposite my window,
The moon cuts,
Clear and round,
Through the plum-coloured night.
November 5, 2021 · 4 Comments
H.D.: Evening
shadow seeks shadow,
then both leaf
and leaf-shadow are lost
July 2, 2021 · Leave a comment
H.D: Evening
The light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower— the hepaticas, wide-spread under the light grow faint— the petals reach inward, the blue tips bend toward the bluer … Continue reading
June 29, 2018 · Leave a comment