Skunk Hour (Robert Lowell Poem)
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
When the writing is going well, I am a prince in a desert palace, fountains flowing in the garden. I ...
when one summer everything opened out and nobody close by was quick enough with needle and gut to stitch the ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
Christ of His gentleness Thirsting and hungering, Walked in the wilderness; Soft words of grace He spoke Unto lost desert-folk ...
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit ...
And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty." Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her ...
Coming to the word thirsting for God needing to drink your living waters to breath of the Spirit to feely ...
Hungry, thirsting, empty blessed because of their faith, their quest for a righteousness to be filled by the spirit wanting ...
Empty, wanting to be filled ever wanting your spirit fill me Lord, with you love The Gospel speaks of being ...
Striving, hungering, longing empty, thirsting after righteousness they were filled by the spirit, holy, pure on a journey, serving the ...
They came to him, where he was at the news of his arrival in this deserted place All needed to ...
Thirsting for the relationship the connection, the knowing of the Creator, wanting to feel the presence of the Lord, to ...
Truce, gentle Love, a parley now I crave; Methinks 'tis long since first these wars begun; Nor thou nor I ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft ...
WHEN dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky, Rousing the world to labour's various cry, To tend the flock, to ...
Success to Colonel Baden-Powell and his praises loudly sing, For being so brave in relieving Mafeking, With his gallant little ...
The misery is greater, as I live! To know her flesh so pure, so keen her sense, That she does ...
When she smiles she sends happiness A million pleasant thrills of the heart To parched souls thirsting for love In ...
Your red blossoms amid green leaves Are drooping, beautiful geranium! But you do not ask for water. You cannot speak! ...
Chant we the story now Tho' in a ...
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