Parousia (Louise Gluck Poem)
Love of my life, you Are lost and I am Young again. A few years pass. The air fills With ...
Love of my life, you Are lost and I am Young again. A few years pass. The air fills With ...
The green calling drawing us in into the verdant wood while staying on the road The forest wrapped around us ...
Like a pair of oxen yoked together the Lord will guide you if you are humble in your spirit submitting ...
Water for the people springs in the deserts the sand giving way to lush green plants an oasis growing life ...
The sweet nectar of the juices staining my fingers the plumb blueberries the burgeoning bushes under the netting Alive with ...
Thoughts of the day running through my mind moving to get her to the school to be on time A ...
In all of my words in my prayers some without words Calling to you from here on the earth that ...
All of us the other sheep yet all of the one flock none better or worse all of us children ...
A deeper hue darker and soothing more like aqua or teal the robin's egg on the ground noticed while I ...
Calling me to rest peace within him, centered stilling myself by the waters untrammeled by the wind lingering, with him ...
The morning sticky moisture coming, rising on my brow my forehead, almost without exertion calling for the tissue to mop ...
His offer of living waters quenching, eternally our spiritual thirst Growing as if a tree by streams of the waters ...
Deep into summer July green sky, dark clouds late afternoon wet ivy under the canopy up the two-story elm clinging, ...
The church, a grapevine entwined branches abiding in God Being love, nurturing welcoming children caring for one another the vine, ...
The cluster of clover as a child's hands, small, living in miniature the tuft of green the large plant they ...
I often dream, daydream imagining the garden the world forming, from nothingness the heavens, the waters tamed the garden, a ...
Oh they are so close, not yet red tomatoes hanging heavy on the vine lee of the house, shaded moist ...
A grandfather's perspective, worthy of reflection the world, so coarse, so raw, so dangerous So much more, human made hazards ...
A spasm, a burst, a splash clear, discrete, jarring color contrast of red on green before the slide fully into ...
Through the woods, dense around em walking to the camp A joy in the solitude, footsteps on the soft dirt ...
Foggy morning On the Vineyard In Aquinnah Wet chair, hot coffee Sip in the heat Shake the daze Camera and ...
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
From a pure royal blue, to a spectrum of rust pale canary yellow, bleeds to burgundy and finally cobalt sudden ...
How lush, how loose, the uninhibited squash is. If ever hearts (and these immoderate leaves Are vegetable hearts) were worn ...
Stairstep music: ups, downs, Bill Robinson smiling, jazzdancing the rounds. She raised champagne lips, danced inside banana hips. All Paris ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
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