An Improvisation For Angular Momentum (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave. I This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered By ...
You thought I was that type: That you could forget me, And that I'd plead and weep And throw myself ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal ...
A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee As those, when thou shalt call me by my name- Lo, ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories