The Christ Candle First (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Higher, first, the Christ candle first lit and placed on the altar burning, higher than the rest the saint, my ...
Poems about flickering (31 Poems)
Burning Brightly (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a sea of candles, glowing brightly on the simple lace the linen on the altar shimmering gold, the shadows, the ...
Caring for the Light (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He gently cupped his hand around the flickering flame shepherding the light into the chancel shielding the light, the warmth ...
The Light Will Shine (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
flickering wicks cannot still the light they carried to Your altar guiding the trembling flames from their young hands to ...
In the Candle’s Flame (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
I sat transfixed, enthralled, entranced in the grip the allure, the beauty the magic in the flickering flame slowly consuming ...
A Constellation of Stars (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Across the room under sticky, greasy, fresh fingerprints, the static-held dust, a constellation of stars little white lights of the ...
Staring into the Flame (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sitting still, quiet, alone, in the living room of my boyhood alone with my thoughts after the Christmas day watching ...
Can’t Sleep (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Staring at the screen the computer watch the flash of images, messages of nothingness flickering bits of news with no ...
Aurora (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Claremont to Durham, regular drive, autopilot Rtes 103, 114, 9, 89, 4 Exit 5, New England College down the road ...
Spirit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We sat silent in centering prayer my diaphragm and chest rose and fell silently, in time with my heart your ...
Horace to phyllis (Eugene Field Poem)
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Celestial Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Long Point Light (Mark Doty Poem)
Long Pont's apparitional this warm spring morning, the strand a blur of sandy light, and the square white of the ...
The Day undressed — Herself — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Day undressed -- Herself -- Her Garter -- was of Gold -- Her Petticoat -- of Purple plain -- ...
I could bring You Jewels — had I a mind to — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to -- But You have enough -- of those -- ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Bretton Wood (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
Tz’u No. 7 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Let not the deep cup be filled with rich, amber-colored wine; My mind ...
Tz’u No. 12 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune of "Happy Event Is Nigh" The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high. Outside my screen, petals collect ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
Candle Hat (Billy Collins Poem)
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
Night In The City (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light ...
A Prisoner in a Dungeon Deep (Anne Bronte Poem)
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
549. Epistle to Colonel de Peyster (Robert Burns Poem)
MY honor'd Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet's weal; Ah! now sma' heart hae I to speel ...
The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
At His Grave (Alfred Austin Poem)
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...