On a Theme by Thomas Merton (Denise Levertov Poem)
"Adam, where are you?" God's hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam's inattention, his confused attention to everything, impassioned ...
"Adam, where are you?" God's hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam's inattention, his confused attention to everything, impassioned ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
An old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
The Slaver in the broad lagoon Lay moored with idle sail; He waited for the rising moon, And for the ...
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night is lit, or so it seems to us: this Vietnamese café, ...
1 The golden-rod is yellow; 2 The corn is turning brown; 3 The trees in apple orchards 4 With fruit ...
For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons sound Against the hulls ...
When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with ...
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
To the Vestals Those priests which first the Vestal fire begun, Which might be borrow'd from no earthly flame, Devis'd ...
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today -- Further than that -- Nor stop to play with the ...
Kill your Balm -- and its Odors bless you -- Bare your Jessamine -- to the storm -- And she ...
I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams ...
I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to -- But You have enough -- of those -- ...
By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea -- with a Stem -- If the Bird and the ...
Banish Air from Air -- Divide Light if you dare -- They'll meet While Cubes in a Drop Or Pellets ...
An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn ...
The Grass so little has to do -- A Sphere of simple Green -- With only Butterflies to brood And ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
I've been home a long time among the vast porticos, Which the mariner sun has tinged with a million fires, ...
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins; Breathe her full odors, ...
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
I A wide-spring meadow in a rosy dawn Bedropt with virgin buds; an orient sky Fleeced with a dappled cloud ...
Hard seeds of hate I planted That should by now be grown,- Rough stalks, and from thick stamens A poisonous ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf Who was chang'd to a flow'r for admiring himself. A ...
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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