November : Amy Lowell : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :

November : : By Amy Lowell ( ) Boston Massachusetts : : : : The vine leaves against the brick walls of my house, 1Are rusty and broken. 2 Dead leaves gather under the pine-trees, 3The brittle boughs of lilac-bushes 4Sweep against the stars. 5And I sit under a lamp 6Trying to write down theContinue reading “November : Amy Lowell : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”

Heat : Hilda Doolittle (H. D.) : : Summer Time Classic : :

HeatH. D. – 1886-1961 ” O wind, rend open the heat,cut apart the heat,rend it to tatters. ” : : ” હે પવન , આ ગરમી ને‌ ખુલ્લી પાડી ઉઘાડ લાવ . તેના તાપને કકડે કકડા કર , એવી ફાડ કે બને કાગળ ના કકડા જેવી . ” ” Fruit cannot dropthrough this thick air—fruitContinue reading “Heat : Hilda Doolittle (H. D.) : : Summer Time Classic : :”

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