The Camellia Tree of Matsue, by Amy Lowell
At Matsue,
There was a Camellia Tree of great...
At Matsue,
There was a Camellia Tree of great...
Over the housetops,
Above the rotating chimne...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut t...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life
&nb...
The path runs straight between the flowering ro...
Under the broken clouds of dawn,
The white le...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street
Pour...
A little garden on a bleak hillside
Where deep...
Softly the water ripples
Against...
It was a gusty night,
With the wind booming, ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest.
I jest stepped in ...
Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by p...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since b...
"BENJAMIN BAILEY, Benjamin Bailey, why do you...
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair,
Blown by...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes,
Criss-cross s...
Paul Jannes was working very late,
For this w...
Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch
&n...
Between us leapt a gold and scarlet flame.
Int...
Fragments 91, 92, 99, 106, 104, 103, 100,...
Then, as the broad moon rose on high,
The ma...
Fragments 34, 77, 76, 61, 71, 48, 86, 83...
Yea, thou shalt die,
And lie
...
I love color.
I love flaming reds,
And vivid...