Poetry
Quotes
A Decade
When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant. I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour, But I am completely nourished. Poem by Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell Poems
A LoverFireworks
The Garden by Moonlight
Night Clouds
Patterns
Petals
On Carpaccio's Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula
Sea Shell
The Weather-Cock Points South
