Variation On A Theme By Rilke (Denise Levertov Poem)
A certain day became a presence to me; there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light: a being. And before ...
A certain day became a presence to me; there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light: a being. And before ...
As if I were composed of dust and air, The shape confronting me upon the stair (Athlete of shadow, lighted ...
We are to stand to side with the people fighting beside them for their freedom Aligned with the people not ...
The message of the scripture ringing in my ear with me last night as I went to him More clearly ...
Turning into the winds the storms of this life confronting them head on with the power from above Yielding the ...
The words of scripture a message for me sometimes hidden finding me later when God is ready to apply them ...
His life, forever changed turned around, following another way turned from the world, the past his faith, tradition changed in ...
Redeemed by Christ changing his path reversing his direction the course of his life No longer persecuting those of the ...
Leaving Bethlehem beside the manger under his natal star going to Egypt, to Nazareth walking the dusty roads of Galilee ...
standing when we should the world in the breach confronting the giant with our lives much that we can teach ...
The king in celebration, on a donkey entered the holy city, of his ancestor David with palms and cloaks across ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted -- One need not be a House -- The Brain ...
There is a Shame of Nobleness -- Confronting Sudden Pelf -- A finer Shame of Ecstasy -- Convicted of Itself ...
The Bone that has no Marrow, What Ultimate for that? It is not fit for Table For Beggar or for ...
I'll send the feather from my Hat! Who knows -- but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? ...
Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better, If One wake at morn -- If One wake at Midnight -- ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And snug before the fire ...
The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over The edge of the blue, and the ...
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