The Perch (Galway Kinnell Poem)
There is a fork in a branch of an ancient, enormous maple, one of a grove of such trees, where ...
There is a fork in a branch of an ancient, enormous maple, one of a grove of such trees, where ...
"Brother Square-Toes"--Rewards and Fairies. If you're off to Philadelphia in the morning, You mustn't take my stories for a guide. ...
Our journey in faith perfection in love through stages of grace coming to know God Closer to God all of ...
Like the twelve around the table the Seder meal, the Passover the lamb of God, changing the words making a ...
The world, our story the telling of creation not something just happened part of a plan, ordered methodical, created in ...
A circle of wire, of wood, of metal garland of ivy, of fir, of holly, of poinsettias unending love, stages ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow. Of poets ...
I MET a Seer, Passing the hues and objects of the world, The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense, ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie ...
Loving me with my shows off means loving my long brown legs, sweet dears, as good as spoons; and my ...
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times ...
We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
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