In California During the Gulf War (Denise Levertov Poem)
Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts, the yards and hillsides exhausted by five years ...
Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among trees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts, the yards and hillsides exhausted by five years ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled ...
I "O Time, whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours, As of one who all unwittingly has wounded ...
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
The towel on the Pitcher resting on the altar beside the Christ Candle with the bible the crèche opposite the ...
The pastor praying the words of the liturgy but it was the way he touched the loaf, the cup In ...
The body, his blood broken and poured out the life of Christ given for us The elements mere symbols together ...
In the rote of the ritual centuries of tradition following the words of the story long ago The story of ...
Something different radically new in the words of the Seder spoken by the Christ The bread and the wine no ...
Unlike all that had come before generation after generation the telling of the exodus the saving of the Lord the ...
The world shook nothing ever the same after in the things foretold in what transpired in the words he spoke ...
If only we would just run forward, mile on mile, not look backward, behind us, second guessing, looking for the ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
The Mountains A land of sombre, silent hills, where mountain cattle go By twisted tracks, on sidelings deep, where giant ...
A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow Or the plains are blackened and ...
DEIGN, Prince, my tribute to receive, This lyric offering to your name, Who round your jewelled scepter bind The lilies ...
The literate are ill-prepared for this snap in the line of life: the day turns a trick of twisted tongues ...
More like a vault -- you pull the handle out and on the shelves: not a lot, and what there ...
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important ...
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