Exposed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Brutal honesty, to ourselves mainly opening wounds, covered, buried exposing them to the light, to his grace to put them ...
Brutal honesty, to ourselves mainly opening wounds, covered, buried exposing them to the light, to his grace to put them ...
Faint shafts of light falling down from the grey, milky sky ribbons of a lighter grey, almost white cutting through ...
Wanting to meet You in the words shared among us; to meet you on the road on the pilgrimage we ...
Slimmer pickings at the farm stand smaller, more immature lighter kernels on the cob late corn, from the gleanings before ...
In an ocean, 'way out yonder, (As all sapient people know) Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to ...
Thou born to sip the lake or spring, Or quaff the waters of the stream, Why hither come on vagrant ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
FOR He, that made, must new create us, Ere Seneca, or Epictetus, With all their serious Admonitions, Can, for the ...
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed -- As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me ...
From Blank to Blank -- A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet -- To stop -- or perish -- or ...
Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening loved one: to her I send the coffin of lightest ...
The Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem, He march'd before the rest. ...
Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me, My peace and pardon to procure, The lighter cross I bear for Thee, ...
Window's tree trunk's predominant face a single eye-leveled hole where limb's torn off another larger contorts to swell growing in ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
I painted her a gushing thing, With years about a score; I little thought to find they were A least ...
Contemplating Hell, as I once heard it, My brother Shelley found it to be a place Much like the city ...
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
THE NOBLE Maxwells and their powers Are coming o'er the border, And they'll gae big Terreagles' towers And set them ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a' our fairest maids ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well-- That ...
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look ...
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