Creator (Isobel Stone Poems)
I have sought all the colors in the prism;I have brought them home again with me,And feebly give them out ...
I have sought all the colors in the prism;I have brought them home again with me,And feebly give them out ...
Out of the night you burn, Manhattan,In a vesture of gold -Span of innumerable arcs,Flaring and multiplying -Gold at the ...
Mad, as the world calls mad, See Anarchy's few;Fighting the False and the Bad In all that they do;Forcing a way for ...
Love feeds, like Intellect, his lamp with truth;In the clear truths he finds its flame is measured.And is not flesh, ...
The tree is here, still, in pure stone,in deep evidence, in solid beauty,layered, through a hundred million years.Agate, cornelian, gemstonetransmuted ...
I see the wind trip off for the sun on fading wings!Hands we held, lips we loved, the freshCoastlines, beaming:Like ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he seesThe soft blue starlight through the one small window,The moon above black ...
It was thus in the beginning: With a sporting chance of winning, Jones contested an election years ago.He was young, ...
Humble home. But rum, and charcoalGrog of sketches on the wall,And the cell becomes a mansion,And the garret is a ...
Only then, after this age coming to see our God in their true nature the fusing, the communion the dance ...
The new earth descending like a carpet unrolling flowing down like God's robe filling the temple of old the whole ...
Wet dull brown oak leaves red maple, yellow birch, fell in showers, amidst the big secondary rain drops under the ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
POET. O A NEW song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer, By the wind's ...
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
I woke up this morning with the city's noises fusing into my dream A pride of lions roaring in anger ...
In Nevada there is a field where giant mushrooms grow One mile high and two miles wide, they say on ...
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...
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