Lament For Ignacio Sanchez Mejias (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it. It mounts to the chandeliers and ...
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley... No kitchens on the run, no striking camp... We moved quick and ...
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The ...
Fill me Lord when I am low raise me up teach me where to go Guide my feet drench me ...
Joy, real joy living through us drenched with grace awareness of our blessing showered with love living waters of God ...
Colossians 3:12-17: Lessons, tools teachings of the apostle believing enough to turn from his path offering his life a living ...
The words of your love written in the scripture come down in Christ God's living word Drenched in your blessing ...
The words of scripture a message for me sometimes hidden finding me later when God is ready to apply them ...
No one's timetable governed our steps up with the first light long before the sun rose over the slate blue ...
Not a Gorton's Fisherman, no he doesn't have the hands, the weathered brow, the smell of fish, or the sound ...
When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with ...
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
A life hauls itself uphill through hoar-mist steaming the sun's tongue licking leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid When? When? ...
On Marble Stairs still grows the white dew That has all night soaked her silk slippers, But she lets down ...
Deep in the desert's misery, far in the fury of the sand, there stands the awesome Upas Tree lone watchman ...
We decided to have the abortion, became killers together. The period that came changed nothing. They were dead, that young ...
Ye sons of Great Britain, I think no shame To write in praise of brave General Graham! Whose name will ...
Page 5 A few hours more, station, deserted, a dirt road for inside the town, mud, mud, blankets outside, mouldering ...
I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room. The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom. His web ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories