Epilogue (Robert Lowell Poem)
Those bless?d structures, plot and rhyme-- why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, ...
Those bless?d structures, plot and rhyme-- why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding ...
Thoughts of the day running through my mind moving to get her to the school to be on time A ...
All that we hear all that we read our faith revealed in our savior's life through the lens of Christ ...
If viewed through the lens of history, of power England as Rome we are the people the oppressed under their ...
My vision obscured laughing in the moment walking on my face landing of the lens my left eye blinded for ...
We are called to truly live our faith acting justly with our neighbors treating others as we would want ourselves ...
I met evil, coming inside from the bright summer day on the Vineyard, so long ago His eyes full of ...
The morning glories, in afternoon glory shining in the bright fall sun luminescent, transparent, translucent colors bleeding through their skin ...
Encrusted with jewels, diamonds, pearls, clear rubies, bedazzled with sequins, pearls of ever size and shape anointed and adorned the ...
He seemed so complacent in the hot August sun on the barrier islands not moving at all basking in the ...
Dear God, I give you thanks for this day, for the days of my life so far and all the ...
Places of solace, of sanctuary, isolation, of refuge Places out alone alone in spaces places in nature by the still ...
A shimmering glow captured even by the digital lens seeing the light shining off the soft petals, capturing the motion ...
My eye catches, notices A small detail A flower, berry, bug Flake, fragment Texture or color drawn to it Hold ...
Foggy morning On the Vineyard In Aquinnah Wet chair, hot coffee Sip in the heat Shake the daze Camera and ...
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
I am THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE so don't mess with me I've got a big bag full ...
Oval mirror of the sea, age-warped isle waved and cloudy, each angle crystalline and salty. my lens into reality. Point ...
The Poets light but Lamps -- Themselves -- go out -- The Wicks they stimulate -- If vital Light Inhere ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
I know you are reading this poem late, before leaving your office of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the ...
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Eyes rolled by white sticks, Ears cupping the sea's incoherences, You house your unnerving ...
The pine woods on the hill, And the farmhouse miles away, Showed clear as though behind a lens Under a ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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