Self-Made Men, Alone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So alone, if we ever really believe ourselves to be self-made men, outside of history, outside of the community of ...
So alone, if we ever really believe ourselves to be self-made men, outside of history, outside of the community of ...
High above the bell tower, the stained glass the entrance of the church, open, welcoming a blazing, golden cross, a ...
Beyond human comprehension, five thousand men, the women, the children fed with far too little, not nearly enough But there ...
Off the road, into the woods a makeshift lean-to fallen, dry, peeling bark a phalanx of dead pine saplings leaning ...
Seemingly without further thought without question or doubt they stood when he called left their homes, their lives their nets ...
for generations, for centuries the stump lay dormant seemingly dead to outside observers But God's promise to Isaiah, to Israel ...
Seemingly submissive words, words of humility to our ears Words of power, provocative, creative turning the table on power making ...
A quiet cold woods, crunch of ice and snow under the snowshoes, hear the ski pole pierce the skin of ...
Meeting, greeting, knowing the crowd the adversaries, the allies, the seemingly neutrals the advocates, the prosecutors, the clerks the officers ...
A shadowlike pair fraternal twins on the western bank of the Sugar River one white, one seemingly gray in the ...
The French had nothing on us. okay, other than skill, tradition, and hygiene We all were vintners for a moment ...
Under the flat board The second rail Of the fence By the walk, Above the drop To the brook - ...
Color mismatch Movement out of place A short, broke yew, late in the summer Dark green, Leather skin Shiny Broken ...
Thoughts of walking in a winter wonderland with her. She wrote, "I like snow when it is falling. All clean ...
What does it mean when we say that they shall consider or must consider X or Y or Z? Does ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all ...
The floor is something we must fight against. Whilst seemingly mere platform for the human stance, it is that place ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
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