Degrees Of Gray In Philipsburg (Richard Hugo Poem)
You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss you had was ...
You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss you had was ...
11-11-1933 Bursa Prison My one and only! Your last letter says: "My head is throbbing, my heart is stunned!" You ...
I dreamed this mortal part of mine Was metamorphosed to a vine, Which, crawling one and every way, Enthralled my ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
Crow, feeling his brain slip, Finds his every feather the fossil of a murder. Who murdered all these? These living ...
[This Cantata was written for Prince Frederick of Gotha, and set to music by Winter, the Prince singing the part ...
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
I never turned anyone into a pig. Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs. I'm sick of ...
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
I was here from the moment of the Beginning, and here I am still. And I shall remain here until ...
Not in control turning to you instead away from the world willing to be led Captive to your grace a ...
A fitting sky this morning the story continuing not bright and sunny like yesterday The sky dark and foreboding clouds ...
In the mockery of a trial a corrupt court convening in the dark of the night in secret and in ...
God, the prisoner standing in the dock accused, before the righteous quietly hearing their abuse The lies, false accusations in ...
Each year, Advent and Christmas joy in the sharing of his story God, the Christ-child, love Emmanuel, come to earth ...
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, ...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
A man ambushed a stone. Caught it. Made it a prisoner. Put it in a dark room and stood guard ...
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
My walls outside must have some flowers, My walls within must have some books; A house that's small; a garden ...
No Prisoner be -- Where Liberty -- Himself -- abide with Thee -- (Emily Dickinson)
Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth, Nor dare Thy least commandment slight; Yet pierced by sin the serpent's tooth, ...
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
They talk of short-lived pleasure--be it so-- Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
AMANG the trees, where humming bees, At buds and flowers were hinging, O, Auld Caledon drew out her drone, And ...
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