Memories of West Street and Lepke (Robert Lowell Poem)
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
When the writing is going well, I am a prince in a desert palace, fountains flowing in the garden. I ...
(service resettlement courses at studio fronceri - west wales) and the swords came in their varying degrees of shininess and ...
Water for the people springs in the deserts the sand giving way to lush green plants an oasis growing life ...
If only the deserts an oasis they were if only the dry places would grow with new life Water enough ...
Peace only coming resident in our faith Peace in our savior in no other No other way to feel calm ...
In the midst of the chaos struggles of life God is our oasis a citadel of peace Into him may ...
The drying puddle of soda almost invisible to the eye like the oasis in the desert the ancient watering hole ...
Jesus there on the shoreline the crowd pressing trying ever, to get closer to him Going out, onto the waters ...
Spring of freshwater fountain of living water elemental to life oasis in the barren world a spring in the desert ...
Pine sap running down a brown needle hanging suspended in air a small speck of wonder frozen for those who ...
A burst of pink, or a little purple in a field of shades of green a bee oasis a camera ...
EN Amerique, professeur; En Angleterre, journaliste; C'est à grands pas et en sueur Que vous suivrez à peine ma piste. ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green ...
When the call of the hudud, Echoes through the palm fronds Carrying in their mists, Visions, memories: Caravans of high ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
Once more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water ...
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