Brother and Sister (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky, Draws towards the ...
The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky, Draws towards the ...
June No hope, no change! The clouds have shut us in, And through the cloud the sullen Sun strikes down ...
a lion at the door swallowed the day broken with spite at the inevitable chorus of pop songs sutured for ...
In this time, this moment of reflection non-violent language should be lifted up all of us guilty none truly innocent ...
The Christ of the cross the man in pain the unblemished lamb burdened with our shame Going to the garden ...
In the quest for possessions the things of this earth chasing the latest, the greatest As a country, as individuals ...
The thick outer garment the shroud of our humanity tied to the things of this earth walking, burdened, heavy laden ...
Ending before our beginning For our beginning Was encumbered, burdened Strings attached From the start (Raymond A. Foss)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming ...
Oppressed with sin and woe, A burdened heart I bear, Opposed by many a mighty foe: But I will not ...
I am a poet of the Hudson River and the heights above it, the lights, the stars, and the bridges ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
'FALL in! Now get a move on.' (Curse the rain.) We splash away along the straggling village, Out to the ...
NOT the soul that's whitest Wakens love the sweetest: When the heart is lightest Oft the charm is fleetest. While ...
Send your army home to their wives and children. It is late. Your soldiers are burdened, thirsty. Lock the doors, ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers, You dauntless fledglings Who pass by my headstone, Mock not its record of my ...
Your voice is the color of a robin's breast, And there's a sweet sob in it like rain--still rain in ...
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovely things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in ...
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