The Quest (Denise Levertov Poem)
High, hollowed in green above the rocks of reason lies the crater lake whose ice the dreamer breaks to find ...
High, hollowed in green above the rocks of reason lies the crater lake whose ice the dreamer breaks to find ...
I "O Lord, why grievest Thou? - Since Life has ceased to be Upon this globe, now cold As lunar ...
Standing on water buoyed by your love even when the winds make some standing confidently knowing you can hold me ...
The strider skating like the Apollo lunar lander standing in the moon dust leaving a mere impression Standing on the ...
As certain of the strider counting on the surface tension to buoy it up on its feet We are to ...
The dance of the pipers, the plovers at the surf, the edge of the sea ever racing at the surf ...
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat I found you By the path Underfoot Alone ...
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat I found you By the path Underfoot Alone ...
Eight straight ain't it great A nation in joy because of our boys Won in strong fashion with luck, pitching ...
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
The Sun revolving on his axis turns, And with creative fire intensely burns; Impell'd by forcive air, our Earth supreme, ...
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
ON the bird of air blue-breasted glint the rays of gold, And its shadowy fleece above us waves the forest ...
O if it's true that in the night, When rest the living in their havens And liquid rays of lunar ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
You have read War and Peace. Now here is Sister Carrie, not up to Tolstoy; still it will second the ...
They laughed at me as "Prof. Moon," As a boy in Spoon River, born with the thirst Of knowing about ...
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