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 ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
I search for love and find my soul With you, my love, I am whole And the mystic love that ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
Abandon the past Throw away the baggage Suffer no more. avast(stop now) Breakaway from the chains and shackles Which from ...
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower: And joys and tears alike are sent To ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away (A. R. Ammons)
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
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