Story (Stephen Dunn Poem)
A woman's taking her late-afternoon walk on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists and houses with gravel driveways sit back among ...
A woman's taking her late-afternoon walk on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists and houses with gravel driveways sit back among ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The Province of the Saved Should be the Art -- To save -- Through Skill obtained in Themselves -- The ...
Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved -- The nearer they departed Us The nearer ...
Somehow myself survived the Night And entered with the Day -- That it be saved the Saved suffice Without the ...
Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White -- The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank Of Victors -- designate ...
Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, ...
I should have been too glad, I see -- Too lifted -- for the scant degree Of Life's penurious Round ...
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape ...
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth -- Widths out of the Sun -- And look -- and shudder, ...
A single Clover Plank Was all that saved a Bee A Bee I personally knew From sinking in the sky ...
'Tis easier to pity those when dead That which pity previous Would have saved -- A Tragedy enacted Secures Applause ...
Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music -- Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled -- Scantilly dealt to ...
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man -- It hurls its barbed syllables And ...
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
It seldom snowed they said, and they were nearly right. In all of nine eventful seasons crystal white on average ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
Are they clinging to their crosses, F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses, Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, ...
Oh how I love Thy holy Word, Thy gracious covenant, O Lord! It guides me in the peaceful way; I ...
The new-born child of gospel grace, Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, Beneath Emmanuel's shining face Lifts up his ...
(Zecheriah, xiii.1) There is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to ...
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
Love, indeed thy strength is mighty Thus, alone, such strife to bear -- Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing -- ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
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