To the Snake (Denise Levertov Poem)
Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck and stroked your cold, pulsing throat as you hissed to me, ...
Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck and stroked your cold, pulsing throat as you hissed to me, ...
The Law whereby my lady moves Was never Law to me, But 'tis enough that she approves Whatever Law it ...
Fill for me a brimming bowl And in it let me drown my soul: But put therein some drug, designed ...
CHANGE and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime, Set me sun by sun near to one unchosen; Wrought us fellowly, and ...
Desiring possessions a new car in the driveway the latest, the greatest the best of everything Our lives measured, valued ...
Divine living grace swirling around us, watching us as a father with a child playing in the field Waiting, watching, ...
Grace to love us for simply being for merely existing desiring a loving communion relationship with us as in the ...
Deep pools of not so still waters Dark water, ready for freezing Kept from doing so by stiff winds Harbingers ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Into these Loves who but for Passion looks, At this first sight here let him lay them by And seek ...
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
Their life, collapsed like unplayed cards, is carried piecemeal through the snow; Headboard and footboard now, the bed where she ...
In Tilbury Town did Old King Cole A wise old age anticipate, Desiring, with his pipe and bowl, No Khan's ...
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over - all the stories are ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
There is the caw of a crow, And the hesitant song of a thrush. There is the tinkle of a ...
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