The Untrustworthy Speaker (Louise Gluck Poem)
Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken. I don't see anything objectively. I know myself; I've learned to hear ...
Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken. I don't see anything objectively. I know myself; I've learned to hear ...
In our relationships to one another, to the creator all of creation, the world what would it matter, would there ...
the history of the world, the very future of life changed in that moment, when their faith prevailed when they ...
What does it mean to be in exile, when there is no foreign army no conquering horde coming over the ...
Anything can be altered by the hand of man Nowhere on the planet is immune The trees were cut down ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp, His wife came ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
Who were "the Father and the Son" We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us ...
She's happy, with a new Content -- That feels to her -- like Sacrament -- She's busy -- with an ...
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow I could not feel the Anguish go -- But only knew by ...
I saw that the Flake was on it But plotted with Time to dispute -- "Unchanged" I urged with a ...
All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One -- All forsook, for just a Stranger's New Accompanying -- Grace of ...
An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn ...
These are the days when Birds come back -- A very few -- a Bird or two -- To take ...
The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
I can scare children as the Victorians aimed to do even on an August beach tell a fairy tale one ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
NO cold approach, no altered mien, Just what would make suspicion start; No pause the dire extremes between, He made ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
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