Je Suis une table (Donald Hall Poem)
It has happened suddenly, by surprise, in an arbor, or while drinking good coffee, after speaking, or before, that I ...
It has happened suddenly, by surprise, in an arbor, or while drinking good coffee, after speaking, or before, that I ...
The following is based on true events: (Part One) 493 guests were watching people searching their Gmail flirting in chats, ...
Becoming like children peeling away the layers our experiences clouding our vision of God The lies of the world layer ...
In the way he taught us humbly praying coming before God not with pretense but honesty Praising him, our creator ...
Choosing meekness, the way of Christ Submitting to the will of God not assertive, but meek Calm within the storm ...
The cottages barren stripped of pretense no pain, no stain protecting them from the sun the wind, the waves the ...
Weathered gray, sparse even the living limbs skeletal pines, evergreens stripped of excess no pretense, essentials only exposed at the ...
He halted in the wind, and--what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there ...
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Make me a picture of the sun -- So I can hang it in my room -- And make believe ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover: My arms shall welcome you when other arms are tired; ...
In the long run fame finds the deserving man. The lucky wight may prosper for a day, But in good ...
Shalt Cupid be blamed thou doth dominate Dwelling in days and nights with dignity? With this self as my only ...
The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction, A green bough from Virginia's aged tree, And none of the county ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes? We are not of one mind. Are not like birds in ...
(A Poem Game.) The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, Now orders ...
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