A Tree Telling of Orpheus (Denise Levertov Poem)
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
Beyond the narrows of the Inner Hebrides We sailed the cold angry sea toward Barra, where Heaval mountain Lifts like ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
Green sea-tarnished copper And sea-tarnished gold Of cupolas. Sea-runnelled streets Channelled by salt air That wears the white stone. The ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
I heard the sighing of the reed In the grey pool in the green land, The sea-wind in the long ...
IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round ...
I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star Take heart in heaven from eastward, while the west, Fulfilled of watery ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
(Capri, Piccola Marina) Timeless sea breezes, sea-wind of the night: you come for no one; if someone should wake, he ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
A WIND'S in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels, I am tired of brick and stone and ...
ONE road leads to London, One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails. ...
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