Amherst Poems - Poems about Amherst

... Dear Emily, 'the Recluse of Amherst' In my university days, you burned in me As a dazzling flame of endless inspiration. As I sit to write to you, your soul in its depth I see ......

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...Dear Emily, In the quiet of Amherst, your words still bloom, "Hope is the thing with feathers," you penned in your room. Your verses, like the breeze, traverse time's vast sea, Yet, dear Emily,......

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...Emily, you stitched the world into small, precise syllables, tucking eternity into lines so brief, they might be mistaken for whispers. But in your whispers, there were earthquakes, the kind that......

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...“Tell all the truth but tell it slant—” So you whispered, Emily, through shrouded lace, while your pen carved light into Amherst shadows. But truth, even slant, can cut, and not all knives find a......

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...A perfect day, Somber, quiet, and mellow, Thinking of one of the greatest, Poets of all time. Imagine being in a time, When no one can see your, Greatness or your talent. You never get to see ......

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......Duncan pulled free and sprinted, half-mad, tears streaming as he made his retreat, he’d never imagined hell this bad, and didn’t much care if they were beat. All he desired was to get clear, ......

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...0' Soul, Can Poetic Art Heal Such Broken Heart Her pen bled deep, and this her fans may yet agree She felt a torrid hell, darkest of angry seas Should her pen have conquered deepest of her fears......

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...Late September holds onto the summer like that promise you made —you can never forget Late September holds onto the summer as shadows fall distant —and memory regrets (Amherst M......

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...1. Always aspiring to authentic answers 2. Belief begins, only to end 3. Calls the crow, 'never, to' 4. Drifting like October leaves 5. Falling upwards, death is alive 6. Gargling, bleatin......

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...A birds joyous flutter of early May grand, bulbs pop yellow heads, from green woken land. Crickets and peepers work second shift chatter, as a voice out of Boston, an......

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...WEATHER FUN You can’t control weather at the Pole; But Thule as a rule is always quite cool. You’ll hate Scottish weather - it’s never really hottish, And the climate in Chile you’ll alway......

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...Late September holds onto the summer, like that promise you made, —you can never forget Late September holds onto the summer, as shadows fall distant, —and memory regrets (Train: A......

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...Some master he was grand, That made flirtations be. If were she thereof in demand And adapt into his arms free. But it was a bother to bore, Staying private 'twas best. Wherefore she locked h......

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...On the day you announced we would closed no one truly understood now here we stand tried and true together we will all push through we'll teach you to mess with us the Vixen girls of Sweet Briar......

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...Oh, how do I love thee Soup, count the ways you resuscitate me on many days! When skies are black and the ground is muddy I come to the Soup to find my buddies. The close allegiance of my friends wor......

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