Speaking from the Silence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After mighty wind, the trembling of the earth, a roaring fire. Then audibly, Silence, to fill the prophet with awe. ...
After mighty wind, the trembling of the earth, a roaring fire. Then audibly, Silence, to fill the prophet with awe. ...
Ears Revel oh they sure do at the utter joy in her war cry charging into battle bucket in hand ...
Miss Erica is right looking at the handiwork of the spinster on the loom rich clear lines of silk spun ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
A butler asks, will Madam be having her morning coffee alfresco? If you would be so good as to lift ...
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
"I've been having these awful dreams, each a little different, though the core's the same- we're walking in a field, ...
Wash of cold river in a glacial land, Ionian water, chill, snow-ribbed sand, drift of rare flowers, clear, with delicate ...
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreary day. ...
a stone at dawn cold water in the basin these walls' rough plaster imageless after the hammering of so much ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
(Sung, on one night, in the cities, in the darkness.) Come away! Come away! Ye are sober and dull through ...
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees, Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved, -- a bell ...
He loom' so cagey he say 'Leema beans' and measured his intake to the atmosphere of that fairly stable country. ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
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