The Layers (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some ...
I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some ...
Come thou, who art the wine and wit Of all I've writ; The grace, the glory, and the best Piece ...
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently, And though thy birth-hour beckons thee, Sleep the long sleep: The Doomsters heap Travails ...
From me, my Dear, O seek not to receive What e'en deep-read Experience cannot give. We may, indeed, from the ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
There was a man who would marry his mother, and asked his father for his mother's hand in marriage, and ...
Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we ...
To those who love the Lord I speak; Is my Beloved near? The Bridegroom of my soul I seek, Oh! ...
While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
HUMID seal of soft affections, Tenderest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love's first snowdrop, virgin kiss! ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
I'll tell you a sore truth, little understood It's harder to leave, than to be left: To stay, to leave, ...
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin On him who the brave sons of Usna betray'd! -- For ...
Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having wavered In these affections; never through ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
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