On a Theme by Thomas Merton (Denise Levertov Poem)
"Adam, where are you?" God's hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam's inattention, his confused attention to everything, impassioned ...
"Adam, where are you?" God's hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam's inattention, his confused attention to everything, impassioned ...
The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows ...
There is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in ...
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute! Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this wintry day, Shut ...
Watching her eyes, in worship as she preached from her heart, not merely from the words she crafted oh so ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
eipate toi basilei, xamai pese daidalos aula. ouketi PHoibos exei kaluban, ou mantida daphnen, ou pagan laleousan . apesbeto kai ...
You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
Why should you be astonished that my heart, Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth, Should be revived ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a ...
Ho, a day Whereon we may up and away, With a fetterless wind that is out on the downs, And ...
It is a year dear one, since you afar Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight A wondrous year! perchance ...
If Mary had known When she held her Babe's hands in her own Little hands that were tender and white ...
Had it been when I came to the valley where the paths parted asunder, Chance had led my feet to ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
'Twas a new feeling - something more Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not; We ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows! There is a subtle sweetness in the sun, The ripples on the ...
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