White Currants (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) At the moment, the idea of them cherishes my senses, And they seem more desirable than flawless emeralds. continue reading
Winter Ride, A (by: Amy Lowell (1874 - 1925)) So with the stretch of the white road before me, Shining snowcrystals rainbowed by the sun, Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows... continue reading
