Stepping Westward (Denise Levertov Poem)
What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I ...
What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
The wine of astonishment is house wine at my house. The whiskey of it is a sauce we savor. The ...
To Struga Festival Golden Wreath Laureates & International Bards 1986 Stand up against governments, against God. Stay irresponsible. Say only ...
A formation of geese coming out of the fog flying low over the playground silently flying seemingly without ever hand ...
Aunt Sue's side yard up on the hill heavy pedaling with my bike up to do the mowing One of ...
Rushing to school, not late but not early walking purposefully to make it to the bus on time Seeing the ...
Sacrificed on the altar, the theology of progress chasing after the newest thing Sabbath rest, the trusting, the faith sleep ...
Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the ...
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
Tonight a shimmer of gold lies mantled o'er Smooth lovely Ocean. Through the lustrous gloom A savor steals from linden ...
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
"Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we ...
NOTE.-Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814. The marriage-so far as ...
The senseless years' extinguished mirth and laughter Oppress me like some hazy morning-after. But sadness of days past, as alcohol ...
In the storm-tossed Chilean sea lives the rosy conger, giant eel of snowy flesh. And in Chilean stewpots, along the ...
Here let us linger at will and delightsomely hearken Music aeolian of wind in the boughs of pine, Timbrel of ...
Down home to-night the moonshine falls Across a hill with daisies pied, The pear tree by the garden gate Beckons ...
Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still That never a wimpling mist uplifts, Nor a trembling leaf ...
Life, come to me in no pale guise and ashen, I care not for thee in such placid fashion! I ...
I made two fights for the people. First I left my party, bearing the gonfalon Of independence, for reform, and ...
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