Love The Wild Swan (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
"I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or ...
"I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or ...
Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt mindfulness at work, I thought, ...
I have been wondering What you are thinking about, and by now suppose It is certainly not me. But the ...
Taut, thick fingers punch the teeth of my typewriter. Three words are down on paper in capitals: SPRING SPRING SPRING... ...
If instead of being hanged by the neck you're thrown inside for not giving up hope in the world, your ...
A Load of brushes and baskets and cradles and chairs Labours along the street in the rain: With it a ...
In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches ...
(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic") I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the ...
I DRINK fresh nourishment, new ...
Under the leaves, the stems the broad, dark-summer maples little pearls, half-droplets like upside-down bell curves heavy droplets stirring shaking, ...
Hallowed be the name of our father, God we hallow, praise, call him blessed in response, natural, read God's love, ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves Yellowing slowly in the moss And far away barnacles clung ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five grey ...
When we stand on the tops of Things -- And like the Trees, look down -- The smoke all cleared ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees; That ...
While the sun stops, or seems to, to define a term for the indeterminable, the human aspect, here in the ...
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried ...
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born. It was raining softly in all the rooms, I ...
It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darkness Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected ...
The weather was fine. They took away his teeth, white & helpful; bothered his backhand; halved his green hair. They ...
Mirrors are not more silent nor the creeping dawn more secretive; in the moonlight, you are that panther we catch ...
Oh destiny of Borges to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world or across that single and solitary ...
I AM as lovely as a dream in stone, And this my heart where each finds death in turn, Inspires ...
nowhere left to go standing, at the crossroads just a man. searching the sand for his fingerprints, lost so long ...
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