Poem Of Night (Galway Kinnell Poem)
1 I move my hand over slopes, falls, lumps of sight, Lashes barely able to be touched, Lips that give ...
1 I move my hand over slopes, falls, lumps of sight, Lashes barely able to be touched, Lips that give ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
When snow like sheep lay in the fold And wind went begging at each door, And the far hills were ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
11-11-1933 Bursa Prison My one and only! Your last letter says: "My head is throbbing, my heart is stunned!" You ...
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
the day was as grey as the abbey the light that filtered through the glass had no disturbing shine about ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
The joy of Sunday Christ risen from the tomb stunned by his victory rising from the dead Flinging open the ...
Sitting at the table waiting for the Passover sitting in the city of David preparing for the feast The wonder ...
Forced to open their minds, to accept the possibility of change The men of Nazareth, sitting in their synagogue stunned ...
If I could only explain what the suddenness of the news means to me To learn, of the certainty the ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
I am having a haircut today, it is not a complex event requiring excellent foresight, careful planning or indecent logistical ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
Go, ill-sped book, and whisper to her or storm out the message for her only ear that she is beautiful. ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her ...
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
Earth and water without form, change, or pause: as if the third day had not come, this calm norm of ...
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