Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
I THE DARKIn a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness Four-faced Brahma broods.nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim;nasid raja no vioma paro yat.kim ...
Oh! Come to me, darling! My Sweet! Here where the sunlight reposes;Pink petals lie thick at my feet, Here in my garden ...
Inserted In The Novel DelavalThen teach me, ah! teach me that pang to subdue,Which passion imposes, and reason disdains;Bid memory ...
Beauty imposes reverence in the Spring,Grave as the urge within the honeybuds,It wounds us as we sing.Beauty is joy that ...
Beauty imposes reverence in the Spring,Grave as the urge within the honeybuds,It wounds us as we sing.Beauty is joy that ...
She wore a sweet pink bonnet, The sweetest ever known: And as I gazed upon it, My heart ...
"DOWN in the bleak December bay The ghostly vessel stands away; Her spars and halyards white with ice, Under the ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Across the millstream below the bridge Seven blue swallows divide the air In shapes invisible and evanescent, Kaleidoscopic beyond the ...
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