Cinderella (Randall Jarrell Poem)
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ...
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ...
Like one ember to the fire each of us abiding a spark of God's grace a seed of his promise ...
We cannot run on fumes an ember away from the fire needing to be connected to abide in the vine ...
Made in the image a mirror of Christ perhaps nascent growing in our hearts a piece of the Creator in ...
Enough to light the world the ember of your fire burning in our hearts teaching us your ways Reading the ...
That ember of your fire that seed of the Spirit that wondrous kernel of God breathed into me planted deep ...
The Spirit of God, of Christ dwelling within us an ember of your love burning inside of me Feeding the ...
Standing in the throne room the court of the creator a trembling Isaiah marveling at the sights Creatures of fire ...
Like a single ember growing cold, dark left alone, outside the fire So was the brother, one of the cats ...
It was the incongruity the foreign color, out of place sand camouflage on the Humvee merging with me, on the ...
A live coal in the grasp of a six-winged seraph a burning ember of a sacrifice touched to the seer's ...
They, whoever they are, say you should eat a good hot breakfast I don't think they had this in mind ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days Gleaned by the year in autumn's harvest ways, With here and there, ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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