Feb. 29, 1958 (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea ...
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea ...
A reminder of mortality in the falling blossoms captured on images the spirit of their nation The ancient screens images ...
Somehow appropriate the imagery of destruction the counterpoint of the blossoms the sacred cherry trees Something precious in the transience ...
Hope in this season the days number, counted down leading to the star, to the angels the shepherds, his holy ...
In imagery we cannot picture God's love overwhelming nothing we have ever heard more than we can comprehend What we ...
In the rush of the world the busy, taking time days flying by, panic caught in the whirlwind Needing to ...
Not just one thing all of it connected all important the whole salad of life Our faith, our work family ...
Not knowing him well enough unable to call him irascible, a fire in his belly, certainly gregarious in the smile ...
Words into my consciousness out into the ether, the world spreading beyond my comprehension to some distant shore In ripples ...
The words, the colors, the music cascading over me, a wonder of imagery the magic of radio notes drifting in ...
Our acts, our loving words become the fragrance of Christ The spirit-filled consciousness of the loving lamb of God Memory-laden ...
The pastor knitted imagery that didn't go quite together that were a bit incongruous, a bit distinct images of the ...
Tactile memories in the cemetery stones visual reflections of the times the ages in which the country knew imagery of ...
Provocative imagery In the words of the scripture And the words of the pastor Describing the Christ For the readers ...
Her hands extended, strain of the weight at the end of each offering plates full of our meager gifts hands ...
Different messages, interpretations, well up within the readers, messages ideas, thoughts, imagery of prophets and law givers of owners, trees, ...
I became enthralled immersed in the imagery the depth of feeling sitting in the room of the gallery not seeing, ...
Imagery to convey Memory, feeling Mood, moment Smell, color, taste Kinship Wrapped in the words I choose To be evocative, ...
Pandora's Box Burst open a year ago today Because you gave us an assignment To read a poem. I took ...
Was it the warm winds down from the Pyrenees Or maybe Poseidon's breath off the Mediterranean That stirred the Spanish ...
Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce -- by the very Press Of Imagery -- Their far Parades -- order on ...
It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit along the straight road that ends at the Hippodrome and ...
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
A year or two, and grey Euripides, And Horace and a Lydia or so, And Euclid and the brush of ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
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