Father and Son (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
Now in the suburbs and the falling light I followed him, and now down sandy road Whitter than bone-dust, through ...
Now in the suburbs and the falling light I followed him, and now down sandy road Whitter than bone-dust, through ...
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless ...
I Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and ...
O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause To reckon thee. I ask what cause Set free so much of red ...
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire And protest, only a bubble in ...
The butcher knife goes in, first, at the top And carves out the round stemmed lid, The hole of which ...
cherries are so vulnerable blinking their way from green to polished red in trees guileless to stave off birds a ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
And now it was evening. And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit ...
It is a more ephemeral, a more undefined quixotic thought not the chronological age, of so many days, of years ...
Some feeling, hard to explain a sudden ripeness, in God's time ready for a harvest, growth visible a presence of ...
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
'Twas here my summer paused What ripeness after then To other scene or other soul My sentence had begun. To ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
I The irresponsive silence of the land, The irresponsive sounding of the sea, Speak both one message of one sense ...
Four Translations Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
What links are ours with orbs that are So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from ...
Here let us linger at will and delightsomely hearken Music aeolian of wind in the boughs of pine, Timbrel of ...
Love means to learn to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one ...
How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting ...
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