Travelling (John Freeman Poems)
They talked of old campaigns, nineteen-fourteenAnd Mons and watery Yser, nineteen-fifteenAnd Neuve Chapelle, 'sixteen, 'seventeen, 'eighteenAnd after. And they grumbled, ...
They talked of old campaigns, nineteen-fourteenAnd Mons and watery Yser, nineteen-fifteenAnd Neuve Chapelle, 'sixteen, 'seventeen, 'eighteenAnd after. And they grumbled, ...
A spirit from the graveAgain I come,E'en as I vanished, saveDisrobed and dumb.No shadow as I pass—However clearThe wave on ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
? Victor HugoAnt-like city, city full of dreams, where the passer-by, at dawn, meets the spectre!Mysteries everywhere are the sap ...
Frame within frame, the evolving conversation is dancelike, as though two could play at improvising snowflakes' six-feather-vaned evanescence, no two ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You ...
At his incipient sun The ice of twenty winters broke, Crackling, in her eyes. Her mirroring, still mind, That held ...
Her sleeping head with its great gelid mass of serpents torpidly astir burned into the mirroring shield-- a scathing image ...
Christ counting on us to be salt to the earth our light must shine that others may live The works ...
The prayer in this message in these words of life ever, always, to walk in love to seek a better ...
Trying to follow our steps in his own Mirroring Christ all of our days Imitating him who emptied himself though ...
In his ministry, echoes, reflections, mirroring the savior's words the path that the Christ walked, living out the words proclaimed ...
Christian faces, all shapes and sizes mirroring, being, the image, the face of God the face of Christ in the ...
We continue his life, as we walk in his ways follow the path he has walked all of his days ...
A father, grandfather, everyman pondering, musing, breathing out the lessons our children teach in word and in deed, mirroring our ...
Her hands extended, strain of the weight at the end of each offering plates full of our meager gifts hands ...
An old weathered section of snow fencing half buried in the lee of the dune gray skin gnarled by wind ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are ...
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are ...
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