Rogue Elephant (A. R. Ammons Poem)
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. "Why are you so pale today?" "Because I made him drink of ...
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because ...
I have become very hairy all over my body. I'm afraid they'll start hunting me because of my fur. My ...
Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss ...
All night the army came up from Gilgal To get to the killing field, and that's all. In the ground, ...
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave Irreverent. Those sweet ...
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. ...
Tell her that’s young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung, In deserts where no men ...
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
It's easy to fight when everything's right, And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer ...
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