Grandeur. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
I stood at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
I stood at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
Lo, in the sanctuaried East,Day, a dedicated priestIn all his robes pontifical exprest,Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,From out its Orient tabernacle ...
At Bethlehem upon the hill, The day was done, the night was nigh,The dusk was deep and had its will,The ...
FISH, oh Fish,So little matters!Whether the waters rise and cover the earthOr whether the waters wilt in the hollow places,All ...
This is the song of the wind as it cameTossing the flags of the nations to flame: _I am ...
An Elegy for Tristan TzaraIn the hungry kitchenThe dog sings for its dinner.The housewife is writing her poemOn top of ...
I stood on the brow of the hill; to the West The sunset glories were tenderly prest,And out of the ...
The world was widowed by the death of Christ:Vainly its suffering soul for peace has soughtAnd found it not.For nothing, ...
Heavy hangs the rain-dropFrom the burdened spray;Heavy broods the damp mistOn uplands far away.Heavy looms the dull sky,Heavy rolls the ...
PAINTED on a little cloud, Opposite the sunset sky, Far above the high-pil'd crowd Sailing slowly softly by, I saw ...
There is an hour at night full of an awesome wonder,When universal silence o'er the whole world liesAnd when the ...
What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose It's more ...
Even in my disquiet not always certain the paths diverging, converging merging in me walking on the way the path ...
Standing on the schoolhouse grounds waiting for the bus to come the batter and pushing of the teens and those ...
In some ways, he is standing on their shoulders, fulfilling their dreams, his dream made real, in this moment this ...
It was the incongruity the foreign color, out of place sand camouflage on the Humvee merging with me, on the ...
A season coming marked by ashes, solemn gray, balck marks of a cross, a smudge, imprinted merging with oil, with ...
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging, continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten veins of fire deep in the earth ...
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