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The term "painer on the silk" has been searched for 45 times on the American Poems site since January 31st, 2005.
Search Results: 1 poets and 25 poems matched this query.
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1. The Painter on Silk - written by Amy Lowell
From Men, Women and Ghosts.
Read 1930 times on American Poems.
There was a man
Who made his living
By painting roses
Upon silk.
He sat in an upper chamber
And painted,
And the noises of the street
Meant nothing to him.
When he heard bugles, and fifes, and drums,
He thought of red, and yellow, and white... (Read full poem)
2. My Lady in Her White Silk Shawl - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 815 times on American Poems.
My lady in her white silk shawl
Is like a lily dim,
Within the twilight of the room
Enthroned and kind and prim.
My lady! Pale gold is her hair.
Until she smiles her face
Is pale with far Hellenic moods,
With thoughts that find no... (Read full poem)
4. Two - written by Carl Sandburg
From Chicago Poems.
Published in 1916.
Read 2149 times on American Poems.
Memory of you is . . . a blue spear of flower.
I cannot remember the name of it.
Alongside a bold dripping poppy is fire and silk.
And they cover you.(Read full poem)
5. The Breast - written by Anne Sexton
Read 4747 times on American Poems.
This is the key to it.
This is the key to everything.
Preciously.
I am worse than the gamekeeper's children
picking for dust and bread.
Here I am drumming up perfume.
Let me go down on your carpet,
your straw mattress -- whatever's at hand
because... (Read full poem)
6. The Slums - written by Kenneth Patchen
Read 902 times on American Poems.
That should be obvious
Of course it won't
Any fool knows that.
Even in the winter.
Consider for a moment.
What?
Consider what!
They never have.
Why now?
Certainly it means nothing.
It's all a lie.
What else could it be?
That's... (Read full poem)
7. Waxwings - written by Robert Francis
From The Orb Weaver.
Published in 1960.
Read 365 times on American Poems.
Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings
chat on a February berry bush
in sun, and I am one.
Such merriment and such sobriety--
the small wild fruit on the tall stalk--
was this not always my true style?
Above an elegance of snow, beneath
a... (Read full poem)
8. I suppose the time will come - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 1362 times on American Poems.
I suppose the time will come
Aid it in the coming
When the Bird will crowd the Tree
And the Bee be booming.
I suppose the time will come
Hinder it a little
When the Corn in Silk will dress
And in Chintz the Apple
I believe the Day will be
When the... (Read full poem)
9. The Garden - written by Ezra Pound
Read 30619 times on American Poems.
En robe de parade.
Samain
Like a skien of loose silk blown against a wall
She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,
And she is dying piece-meal
of a sort of emotional anaemia.
And... (Read full poem)
10. Cinderella - written by Randall Jarrell
Read 2027 times on American Poems.
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up
In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances,
The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ashes
Draw over an old ember --as the mother
In a jug of cider-- were a comfort to her.
They sat by the fire and told each... (Read full poem)
12. Girl in a Cage - written by Carl Sandburg
From Cornhuskers.
Published in 1918.
Read 2148 times on American Poems.
HERE in a cage the dollars come down.
To the click of a tube the dollars tumble.
And out of a mouth the dollars run.
I finger the dollars,
Paper and silver,
Thousands a day.
Some days it’s... (Read full poem)
13. The Great Western Plains - written by Hart Crane
Read 1206 times on American Poems.
The little voices of the prairie dogs
Are tireless . . .
They will give three hurrahs
Alike to stage, equestrian, and pullman,
And all unstingingly as to the moon.
And Fifi's bows and poodle ease
Whirl by them centred on the lap
Of Lottie... (Read full poem)
14. Mask - written by Carl Sandburg
From Chicago Poems.
Published in 1916.
Read 3437 times on American Poems.
Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer.
It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves,
masses of green.
Your red scarf flashes across them calling and a-calling.
The silk and flare of it is a great soprano leading a... (Read full poem)
15. A fuzzy fellow, without feet, - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson.
Published in 1955.
Read 4024 times on American Poems.
A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
Yet doth exceeding run!
Of velvet, is his Countenance,
And his Complexion, dun!
Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass!
Sometime, upon a bough,
From which he doth descend in plush
Upon the Passer-by!
All this in... (Read full poem)
16. Further Instructions - written by Ezra Pound
Read 2443 times on American Poems.
Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future.
You are very idle, my songs,
I fear you will come to a bad end.
You stand about the streets, You loiter at... (Read full poem)
17. Aner Clute - written by Edgar Lee Masters
Read 453 times on American Poems.
Over and over they used to ask me,
While buying the wine or the beer,
In Peoria first, and later in Chicago,
Denver, Frisco, New York, wherever I lived,
How I happened to lead the life,
And what was the start of it.
Well, I told them a silk... (Read full poem)
18. The Morning Baking - written by Carolyn Forché
From Gathering The Tribes.
Published in 1976.
Read 1662 times on American Poems.
Grandma, come back, I forgot
How much lard for these rolls
Think you can put yourself in the ground
Like plain potatoes and grow in Ohio?
I am damn sick of getting fat like you
Think you can lie through your Slovak?
Tell filthy stories... (Read full poem)
19. Landing - written by Eleanor Wilner
From Maya.
Published in 1979.
Read 782 times on American Poems.
It was a pure white cloud that hung there
in the blue, or a jellyfish on a waveless
sea, suspended high above us; we were
the creatures in the weeds below.
It seemed so effortless in its suspense,
perfectly out of time and out of place
like the... (Read full poem)
20. Soiled Dove - written by Carl Sandburg
From Chicago Poems.
Read 1755 times on American Poems.
Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she
married a corporation lawyer who picked her from
a Ziegfeld chorus.
Before then she never took anybody's money and paid
for her silk stockings out of what she earned singing... (Read full poem)
21. Dream Song 32: And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding - written by John Berryman
From 77 Dream Songs.
Published in 1964.
Read 635 times on American Poems.
And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding
across malignant half my years or so?
One evil faery
it was workt night, with amoroso pleasing
menace, the panes shake
where Lie-by-the-fire is waiting for his cream.
A tiger by a torrent in rain,... (Read full poem)
22. My Father's Hats - written by Mark Irwin
Published in 2000.
Read 1427 times on American Poems.
Sunday mornings I would reach
high into his dark closet while standing
on a chair and tiptoeing reach
higher, touching, sometimes fumbling
the soft crowns and imagine
I was in a forest, wind hymning
through pines, where the musky... (Read full poem)
23. By Their Works - written by Bob Hicok
From 5 AM.
Read 511 times on American Poems.
Who cleaned up the Last Supper?
These would be my people.
Maybe hung over, wanting
desperately a better job,
standing with rags
in hand as the window
beckons with hills
of yellow grass. In Da Vinci,
the blue robed apostle
gesturing at Christ
is... (Read full poem)
24. The Moss Of His Skin - written by Anne Sexton
Read 4256 times on American Poems.
"Young girls in old Arabia were often buried alive next
to their fathers, apparently as sacrifice to the goddesses
of the tribes..."
--Harold Feldman, "Children of the Desert" Psychoanalysis
and Psychoanalytic Review, Fall 1958
It was only... (Read full poem)
25. Mae Marsh, Motion Picture Actress - written by Vachel Lindsay
Read 758 times on American Poems.
I
The arts are old, old as the stones
From which man carved the sphinx austere.
Deep are the days the old arts bring:
Ten thousand years of yesteryear.
II
She is madonna in an art
As wild and young as her sweet eyes:
A frail dew... (Read full poem)
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