Soothing Sounds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A single flute, ancient, native sounding in the room, down by my feet, echoing muted, through the space oozing into ...
Poems about consciousness (44 Poems)
Open to Adoption (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Choosing to be adopted ah, that is the key point isn't it A different act, when it is a purposeful ...
Ode to Cage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Must I approach Silence loudly Not to infringe? Did I steal his thunder In church, yesterday Inner voice, unspoken Thought, ...
Poetry (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Through you, I have found my voice. Moments captured in word and rhyme. Free form verse And stream of consciousness. ...
Holding On (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Recurring patterns Down a path Of life choices Knowing but Unchanging Holding on When I should let go Hanging in ...
I Grant You Ample Leave (George Eliot Poem)
"I grant you ample leave To use the hoary formula 'I am' Naming the emptiness where thought is not; But ...
Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
Preludes (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
Too little way the House must lie (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant -- ...
Those not live yet (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Those not live yet Who doubt to live again -- "Again" is of a twice But this -- is one ...
This Consciousness that is aware (Emily Dickinson Poem)
This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself ...
There is a Languor of the Life (Emily Dickinson Poem)
There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain -- 'Tis Pain's Successor -- When the Soul Has ...
There is a Zone whose even Years (Emily Dickinson Poem)
There is a Zone whose even Years No Solstice interrupt -- Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon Whose perfect Seasons wait ...
The Luxury to apprehend (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me In ...
The Loneliness One dare not sound — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain ...
Such is the Force of Happiness — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Such is the Force of Happiness -- The Least -- can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus -- Who ...
Power is a familiar growth — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Power is a familiar growth -- Not foreign -- not to be -- Beside us like a bland Abyss In ...
No Rack can torture me (Emily Dickinson Poem)
No Rack can torture me -- My Soul -- at Liberty -- Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder ...
No Crowd that has occurred (Emily Dickinson Poem)
No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit -- I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection -- does -- Circumference be full ...
Me from Myself — to banish — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Me from Myself -- to banish -- Had I Art -- Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart -- But since ...
Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today Whose having lived is held by us in ...
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed 'twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held ...
I never hear that one is dead (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I never hear that one is dead Without the chance of Life Afresh annihilating me That mightiest Belief, Too mighty ...
Ended, ere it begun — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Ended, ere it begun -- The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Consciousness The Story, unrevealed -- ...
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor, No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at ...
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid -- As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of ...
Not to discover weakness is (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Not to discover weakness is The Artifice of strength -- Impregnability inheres As much through Consciousness Of faith of others ...
You left me — Sire — two Legacies — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies -- A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He ...
Severer Service of myself (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
To know just how He suffered — would be dear — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To know just how He suffered -- would be dear -- To know if any Human eyes were near To ...