St. Peter and the Angel (Denise Levertov Poem)
Delivered out of raw continual pain, smell of darkness, groans of those others to whom he was chained-- unchained, and ...
Delivered out of raw continual pain, smell of darkness, groans of those others to whom he was chained-- unchained, and ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
He climbed to the top of one of those million white pines set out across the emptying pastures of the ...
Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled ...
Only on me, the lonely one, The unending stars of the night shine, The stone fountain whispers its magic song, ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
You're like a scorpion, my brother, you live in cowardly darkness like a scorpion. You're like a sparrow, my brother, ...
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, ...
'But that was nothing to what things came out From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.' 'What were they? Mermaids? dragons? ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
Some coffee had gotten on a man's ape. The man said, animal did you get on my coffee? No no, ...
A frightening stillness will mark that day And the shadow of streetlights and fire-alarms will exhaust the light All things, ...
A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm. A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on. ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
The great light cage has broken up in the air, freeing, I think, about a million birds whose wild ascending ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Children running into izba, Calling father, dripping sweat: "Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a Deadman caught inside our net." ...
"It's queer," she said; "I see the light As plain as I beheld it then, All silver-like and calm and ...
All night long the hockey pictures gaze down at you sleeping in your tracksuit. Belligerent goalies are your ideal. Threats ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Her little hot room looked over the bay Through a stiff palisade of glinting palms, And there she would lie ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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