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Amy Lowell: Number 3 on the Docket

Number 3 on the DocketThe lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They know'd real well 'twas me. Ther warn't no supposin', Ketchin'…

Amy Lowell: Off the Turnpike

Off the TurnpikeGood ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is packed An' every last one o' them boxes Is on Bradley's team Bein'…

Amy Lowell: Part Fifth

Part FifthIt was no easy matter to convince Heinrich that it was finished. Hard to say That though they could not meet (he saw her wince) She still must keep the locket to allay Suspicion in…

Amy Lowell: Part First

Part FirstFrau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, and scattered leaves before Her on the clean, flagged path. The sky…

Amy Lowell: Part Fourth

Part FourthFrau Altgelt waited in the chilly street, Hustled by lackeys who ran up and down Shouting their coachmen's names; forced to retreat A pace or two by lurching chairmen; thrown…

Amy Lowell: Part Second

Part Second Herr Concert-Meister Altgelt played, And the four strings of his violin Were spinning like bees on a day in Spring. The notes rose into the wide sun-mote Which…

Amy Lowell: Part Third

Part ThirdThe `Residenz-Theater' sparked and hummed With lights and people. Gebnitz was to sing, That rare soprano. All the fiddles strummed With tuning up; the wood-winds made a ring Of…

Amy Lowell: Pickthorn Manor

Pickthorn ManorIHow fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round clouds, blown away, Let drop the yellow sunshine to gleam…

Amy Lowell: Red Slippers

Red SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey, windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers hang in long threads of red, festooning from the…