Sonnet II (Alan Seeger Poems)
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate ...
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate ...
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a ...
Spring Up, up you go, you must be introduced. You must learn belonging to (no-one) Drenched in the white veil ...
God loves us as we are, grace Christ came, into the world to repair our brokenness our torn lives, splintered ...
Trapped, led astray hostage to society living beyond our needs beholden to another master kept from our father our lives ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and knees I the meadow, ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
I hid my heart in a nest of roses, Out of the sun's way, hidden apart; In a softer bed ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
Her courts are by the flux of flaming ways, Between the rivers and the illumined sky Whose fervid depths reverberate ...
Yes, you have it; I can see. Beautiful?. Dear, look at me! Look and let my shame confess Triumph after ...
We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and ...
The Mountains A land of sombre, silent hills, where mountain cattle go By twisted tracks, on sidelings deep, where giant ...
A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow Or the plains are blackened and ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne, With praying eyes and hands elate, What mystic rapture dost thou own, Immutable and ultimate? ...
Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes: The Deluge or else Fire! She's well, she thanks My husbandship. ...
Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes: The Deluge or else Fire! She's well, she thanks My husbandship. ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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