St. Francis And The Sow (Galway Kinnell Poem)
The bud stands for all things, even those things that don't flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though ...
The bud stands for all things, even those things that don't flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though ...
It??Ts two muddy miles from Highway 20, just past the north fork of Cache Creek, across the broad meadow, through ...
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the ...
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
in the soft jazz and midnight hour your eyes are dancing close to mine a sway of hips, a touch ...
As I perceive I am dying now and know I will not speak again, will not survive the earth, be ...
He spoke metaphorically so should we eat knowing that the bread is his body that the grape juice his blood ...
The edge of the water's surface Cupped a bit of Mallard down this morning. Shed and forgotten by its owner ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point Burst of squawks and Beating of heavy wings Filled the air The ...
Sneakers of mud Squish between my toes Move to the music Unhinge my spine Rain upon me Don't have a ...
Algae, moss and lichen Up above the trees Granite, quartz and mica Cleared by the breeze Running down the spine ...
Tom Joad had it right His introduction to us all, more in print than film, of a man fixing his ...
Having picked the final datum From the universe And fixed it in its column, Named the causes of infinity, Performed ...
1 am peering through blackness 2 am i feel your heart pounding 3 am your fingers running up my spine ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
They are both old Boireann and her she wants to remain in the car hunched regarding the other through the ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
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