Solar (Philip Larkin Poem)
Suspended lion face Spilling at the centre Of an unfurnished sky How still you stand, And how unaided Single stalkless ...
Suspended lion face Spilling at the centre Of an unfurnished sky How still you stand, And how unaided Single stalkless ...
Spilling his blood his body broken for us becoming the sacrifice dying as a human to redeem us from sin ...
All of us offered the same redeeming grace none of us worthy save for the love of the cross Awash ...
To the table we come, young and old, slowly, tentatively, spritely, quickly standing, kneeling, as we are able coming forward ...
Little bits of memories, most over forty years old bouncing up against one another spilling into my present consciousness a ...
I sat transfixed, enthralled, entranced in the grip the allure, the beauty the magic in the flickering flame slowly consuming ...
Fragrant oil, filled the room, at its pouring spilling out, expensive and rare, falling on the feet the dusty feet, ...
Anointing his head, his feet, oil for royalty for burial So much meaning in the layers, the differences the telling ...
Over and over, she poured out her heart her pain, her plea, her wish directly, frankly to the Lord, in ...
We all sin, we all fall short, we all need grace grace boundless and unending, grace to redeem to bring ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when ...
A man had a son who was an anvil. And then sometimes he was an automobile tire. I do wish ...
You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I've had ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. ...
Long-vacant eyes now lodged in clear glass, a-swim with pale arms as delicate as angels' ... you are beyond all ...
Perhaps we go with wind and cloud and sun, Into the free companionship of air; Perhaps with sunsets when the ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
I have heard about the civilized, the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are ...
Across the red sky two birds flying, Flying with drooping wings. Silent and solitary their ominous flight. All day the ...
There in the fringe of trees between the upper field and the edge of the one below it that runs ...
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
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