The Ten Poems of Solitude I (Hugues C Pernath Poems)
In the loveless landscape of my solitudeNo movement prevails that calms me, no restThat consoles or dispatches me like a ...
In the loveless landscape of my solitudeNo movement prevails that calms me, no restThat consoles or dispatches me like a ...
How shall we adornRecognition with our speech?-Now the dead firstbornWill lag in the wake of words.Custom intervenes;We are civil, something ...
3What can I do, blind and outcastIn a world where all are fathered and sighted,Where passions go over anathemasAs if ...
First-born of the creating Voice!Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sentWaiting upon him first, what time he wentMoving about mid ...
A faint sea without wind or sun;A sky like flameless vapour dun; A valley like an unsealed graveThat no ...
Who knocks at the Geraldine's door to-night In the black storm and the rain? With the thunder crash and the ...
When icy blasts blow fierce and wild, Cutting the face like steel, And summer's heart is trodden ...
I love a storm in early MayWhen springtime's boisterous, firstborn thunderOver the sky will gaily wanderAnd growl and roar as ...
The line of David the firstborn of God established forever to rule over the people even if they stumble reject ...
The blood of the lamb spirit, life, eternal life spread on the lintels of our hearts marking us, a chosen ...
A willing, a more perfect sacrifice the lamb of God, sacrificed on the mountain the new Isaac, the firstborn son, ...
"Take this cup, Oh Father" were the words of the son, the beloved, the holy child grown to be the ...
Blood shed in fulfillment, willingly spilled for us spread blood of the lamb Blood on the lintels, the threshold, the ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
STR. 1 I laid my laurel-leaf At the white feet of grief, Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings, ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
THEY call us aliens, we are told, Because our wayward visions stray From that dim banner they unfold, The dreams ...
ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue; Maiden pinks, of odour ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
She was four, he was one, it was raining, we had colds, we had been in the apartment two weeks ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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