Revulsion (Thomas Hardy Poem)
THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss, Out of the ...
THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss, Out of the ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
Gathering stones from the yard, from the garden from the earth, the congregation, the land bringing them together different kinds, ...
The wisdom goes, a time to scatter stones, a time to gather stones together This time, a time to place ...
Laying down prayers step by silent step consecrating the ground the path, the labyrinth becoming holy, a place set apart ...
The tiny clump of clover, a drop of rain a pearl nestled in the triune shapes in miniature the bouquet ...
Our pastor, setting the stage, the precedent, these days, these events, our times into their context, framing our thoughts back ...
Reds and oranges, yellows and greens the fall colors of the sugar maple adorning the front lawn of the church ...
After the Sabbath, the rest commands to honor our elders our forebears before us to honor father, mother, reaping a ...
Glacial faces before the calving the granite ledges, bedrock framing the highway, interstate plates and layers, uplifted imperceptibly crumbling over ...
Southbound this morning a valley of pine perpendicular and far down below on my right over the bridge, beside the ...
We gathered, in a circle in the Parlor of the church gathering to study your word, the message in the ...
Crisp hard brown sturdy oak leaves glistened in the small crisp pools after this morning's rain, late fall puddles harvest ...
It was a moment of fate a convergence of events that gave me an opportunity chance to capture spark in ...
You're there with that hair framing your smile Social saccharin Pixie sticks, or pez All about the affectation The pose, ...
Gossamer bags Clutched in the treetops Drink the morning dew Glisten in the early light Tent caterpillar homes, now vacant ...
Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves Yellowing slowly in the moss And far away barnacles clung ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
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