The Commination (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
army hospital rheumatic fever bed-tied many weeks too embarrassed to ask for bedpan the rigmarole of screens and knowing attention ...
A reminder of mortality in the falling blossoms captured on images the spirit of their nation The ancient screens images ...
In my mind's eye remembering some that I had seen the words on the radio speaking to me In lines ...
History will remember the tide of freedom how we are now living in the Age of Revolution Fast as the ...
planes of the forest, the marsh, the meadows long grasses, ferns, green upon the waters cat o' nine tails, pines, ...
In the whole garden like screens of green plane of green rising into the morning sun a single poppy more ...
Maybe the best way to describe the inauguration the scene of that sea of people, our nation's Mall covered with ...
As He is so want to do, the lectionary was blended sharing a deeper message, in the mixing of the ...
A break in the heat away from the front no thunder, no lightning, just rain, warm rain falling near dusk ...
Early morning Crisp Air Gray ridged bark Green lawn, leaf clutter underfoot Wisps of fog off the pond Green trees ...
A fall sky in slumber warming fan brush strokes, horsehair bristles, pushed across the fall tableau Deep burgundies and dark ...
Layers of clouds grays and white living sky with rich visual texture Rippled screens of space like the flesh of ...
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
Sunset that screens, reveals -- Enhancing what we see By menaces of Amethyst And Moats of Mystery. (Emily Dickinson)
If I don't write something good tonight I will sleep without the comforting Canopus of deep believers, if I sleep ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" My courtyard is small, windows idle, spring is getting old. Screens unrolled cast ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
One face looks out from all his canvasses, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans; We found her hidden ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Jade -- Stone of the side, The antagonized Side of green Adam, I Smile, cross-legged, Enigmatical, Shifting my clarities. So ...
Bonnie Mary, the Maid o' the Tay, Come! Let's go, and have a holiday In Newport, on the braes o' ...
All my life to pretend this world of theirs is mine And to know such pretending is disgraceful. But what ...
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