[Greek Title] (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee, O Willer masked and dumb! Who makest Life become, - As though ...
Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee, O Willer masked and dumb! Who makest Life become, - As though ...
We are to be light commissioned to witness to remain authentic to be salt of the earth The darkness around ...
Like spoiled grain in the garners, the silos His possessions, perishing wealth the rich man choosing the world unable to ...
"Lead me to the cross", his profile said his statement to the world, written on the ether, the ephemeral, the ...
Published on the internet ephemeral, lasting are my words fleeting moments in the web typing on gossamer strands, threads lines ...
It is a more ephemeral, a more undefined quixotic thought not the chronological age, of so many days, of years ...
Each poem, each bit of verse given to me, knitted together each poem posted, to the world a seed planted ...
I remember so clearly, the woman at the well challenging the One with immediate questions, thinking in the now, what ...
We are all carrying, in our hearts a treasure of faith, rich, good treasure which cannot be taken, not like ...
Words, words that can hurt words of wisdom, of healing, of guidance, to live our lives but The Word, now ...
I hear the verse in the cells of my fingers feel the pull of the words on the keyboard typing ...
Ephemeral denizen of the dawn Emblazoned on the waking An aerosol archaeopteryx Captured for a twinkling On the heavens Feathers ...
His eyes tell the story Captured in the ephemeral emulsion Of the digital image Silently, knowingly Speaking Of the things ...
Just off the road Summer dusk in the northern woods the eyes of the deer caught for an instant in ...
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin line of light chased the night west; it is ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we ...
Maidenly lake, fathomless lake, Stay as you were once, overgrown with rushes, Idling with a reflected cloud, for my sake ...
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