Poetry
Quotes
Night Clouds
The white mares of the moon rush along the sky Beating their golden hoofs upon the glass heavens; The white mares of the moon are all standing on their hind legs Pawing at the green porcelain doors of the remote heavens Fly, Mares! Strain your utmost Scatter the milky dust of stars, Or the tiger sun will leap upon you and destroy you With one lick of his vermilion tongue. Poem by Amy Lowell
Amy Lowell Poems
A DecadeA Lover
Fireworks
The Garden by Moonlight
Patterns
Petals
On Carpaccio's Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula
Sea Shell
The Weather-Cock Points South
