Men Go Out From The Places Where They Dwelled (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
Men go out from the places where they dwelled,They know not why not whither, overborneAt midnight by some awful word, ...
Men go out from the places where they dwelled,They know not why not whither, overborneAt midnight by some awful word, ...
IWhen I lived in the village of youthThere were lilies in all the orchards,Flowers in the orange-gardensFor brides to wear ...
An empty bench, a sky of grayest etching,A bare, bleak shed in blackest silhouette,Twelve years of platform, and before them ...
In the old raftered loftWhere the winds blowLike thin querulous voicesOut of long ago,And the cobwebs swayTo and fro, to ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
Like an ancient elephant a tough living hide the gray of the fencing long untended no paint or primer aging ...
Changing me, changing us all the believers the work of the Spirit like water etching rock almost imperceptible but relentless ...
Like pearls of light, like drops of rain, falling, as a shower adding living water, a rushing stream a waterfall, ...
His life changed, over time like water shaping stone, carving the rock with the force of a torrent, the crash ...
In his tears, I saw a glimpse of God touching a heart He loves deepening, enriching, filling his heart with ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
What was the blackest sight to me Of all that campaign? A naked woman tied to a tree With jagged ...
Pines against the sky, Pluming the purple hill; Pines . . . and I wonder why, Heart, you quicken and ...
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