A Purchase in the Seam (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Finding its own way, a purchase, in the seam the tiny hole, the junction between the dirt, the air, the ...
Finding its own way, a purchase, in the seam the tiny hole, the junction between the dirt, the air, the ...
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
Glacial faces before the calving the granite ledges, bedrock framing the highway, interstate plates and layers, uplifted imperceptibly crumbling over ...
A singular building walls of granite, luminous, translucent orange walls in the warm sun light oozing through the living rock ...
Inside this obelisk this homage, this singular space dedicated to the first in the heart of the city forgotten stones ...
It is 7 am And the world awakes. There's dew in the morning. Every tip of the serrated Wild strawberry ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Walk in the park By the pond A sturdy trunk Branches hacked By rough pruning Yellow lichen Moss Speckle the ...
Algae, moss and lichen Up above the trees Granite, quartz and mica Cleared by the breeze Running down the spine ...
Back out into the wet woods Walking and hiking But always looking, watching, Searching for that one moment when the ...
Quiet, stoic granite men Long in the land and happy for the stillness, The solitude of the ancient hayfield, the ...
Vision, mission, goals, and tasks action words, of power of purpose defining who we aspire to be what we must ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
1 Searock his tower above the sea, Searock he built, not ivory. Searock as well his haunted art Who gave ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
The mountains that enfold the vale With walls of granite, steep and high, Invite the fearless foot to scale Their ...
The Day grew small, surrounded tight By early, stooping Night -- The Afternoon in Evening deep Its Yellow shortness dropt ...
We dream -- it is good we are dreaming -- It would hurt us -- were we awake -- But ...
Put up my lute! What of -- my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to charm -- Passive -- ...
If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb. If I ...
Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages -- pause for you -- Sunset -- reviews her Sapphire Regiment -- Day ...
That after Horror -- that 'twas us -- That passed the mouldering Pier -- Just as the Granite Crumb let ...
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings up to pedestrian-level grass but sucks me down, here, at the intersection of ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
Time out of mind I have stood Fronting the frost and the sun, That the dream of the world might ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
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