Morning News (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
I To-night, a first movement, a pulse, As if the rain in bogland gathered head To slip and flood: a ...
The water of Your Word washing the basket of our clay the sand of our sin inexorably giving way The ...
Death and love love and death inexorably bound for twenty years now the day of love bound with your accident ...
His glory plain shining upon his face Christ changed from the man he was claimed as God's own son There ...
The holy week, the steps of the Christ in darkening shadows, leading inexorably foreboding, portending, the suffering the cross, the ...
For a plan, a prophesy for the will of God, he suffered he had to suffer So sure, so clear, ...
A rain of color, the leaves of the maples, different kinds, red, sugar, swamp, all torquing, canting, twisting, inexorably, to ...
Some days, some of them are like stopping a train wreck, already in progress, the sequence of events long since ...
These words, "arctic ice" in the search string on my computer track the telling, epiphany above the circle the telling ...
If I could only explain what the suddenness of the news means to me To learn, of the certainty the ...
A pastor asked me to think about, write about ponder the decision the change in course inexorably to the edge ...
We celebrate another turn another year of her life a year closer to more meaningful milestones But even here, the ...
High above the reach of the sea, where the brackish water is almost clear, Tectonic plates of ice released by ...
Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know that the universe is ever-expanding, inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies swallowed by galaxies, ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
Richard Chessick, John Gedo, James Grotstein and Vamik Voltan What darknesses have you lit up for me What depths of ...
As nothingness draws near How I can see Inexorably clear My vanity. My sum of worthiness Always so small, Dwindles ...
Since all that is was ever bound to be; Since grim, eternal laws our Being bind; And both the riddle ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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