On Being Human (C. S. Lewis Poem)
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...
On the day of the explosion Shadows pointed towards the pithead. In the sun the slagheap slept. Down the lane ...
I visited the place where we last met. Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended, The fountains sprayed their usual ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
Gliding through the still air, he made no sound; Wing-shod and deft, dropped almost at her feet, And searched the ...
UPON a noon I pilgrimed through A pasture, mile by mile, Unto the place where I last saw My dead ...
A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket - And you listening. A ...
A tremor, a quiver, a vibration a transfer of energy, of power an act of faith, of healing He sensed ...
Tears of frustration welling up, from deep down down within the soul, a tremor a quake in the psyche; innate ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him -- The Grave is ...
Knock with tremor -- These are Caesars -- Should they be at Home Flee as if you trod unthinking On ...
Where I have lost, I softer tread -- I sow sweet flower from garden bed -- I pause above that ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
I approach with such a careful tremor, always I feel the finally foolish question of how it is, then, supposed ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Fresh-shaven, past months & a picture in New York of Beard Two, I did have Three took off. Well. . ...
Old Pussy-cat if he won't eat, he don't feel good into his tum', old Pussy-cat. He wants to have eaten. ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the ...
My Claudia, it is long since we have met, So kissed, so held each other heart to heart! I thought ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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