The Earth (Navarre Scott Momaday Poems)
Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind uponthe remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give ...
Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind uponthe remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give ...
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not HinduBuddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religionor cultural system. I am not from ...
That I am I, I surely know full well ;I know my littleness and little place,And how I feebly run ...
From "One Day and Another"What little things are thoseThat hold our happiness!A smile, a glance, a roseDropped from her hair ...
1.FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goesInto our hearts—that is the Father's plan.From heart to heart it sinks, it ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
THE NIGHT descends in glory, and adown the purple west The young moon, like a crescent skiff, upon some fairy ...
In Memoriam, 1857.My Father! Orphan lips unknownTo love's sweet uses sob the wordMy father! dim with anguish, heardIn Heaven between ...
Alice grown lazy, mammoth but not fat,Declines upon her lost and twilight age;Above in the dozing leaves the grinning catQuivers ...
But to be still! oh, but to cease awhile The panting breath and hurrying steps of life, The ...
What an exceeding rest 'twill beWhen I can leave off being Me!To think of it! - at last be ridOf ...
The wonder of light is your familiar tale,Pert wench, down to the nineteenth century:Mr. Rimbaud the Frenchman's apostasyAsserts the argument ...
The Son, the holy Word seated at the right hand of the Father, the Creator A way of understanding the ...
They'll always tell a story those obscure mementos stacked on dusty shelves, demure and silent like the other gaudy tributes ...
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity, And never care how rain may steep, Or snow may ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
Why our son, why? Every morning the same dark chorus wakes me And I wonder how I am still alive. ...
There are some qualities- some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that ...
Do they dream of past lives and unlived dreams unspeakably human or unimaginably bestial? Do they struggle to catch in ...
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