An Expostulation (C. S. Lewis Poem)
Against too many writers of science fiction Why did you lure us on like this, Light-year on light-year, through the ...
Against too many writers of science fiction Why did you lure us on like this, Light-year on light-year, through the ...
Lonely in Ireland, since it was not home, Strangeness made sense. The salt rebuff of speech, Insisting so on difference, ...
We have tested and tasted too much, lover- Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder. But here ...
With the face goes a mirror As with the mind a world. Likeness tells the doubting eye That strangeness is ...
The Poles rode out from Warsaw against the German Tanks on horses. Rode knowing, in sunlight, with sabers, A magnitude ...
One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty And Love is worth a full century of glory Given by the ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
Some men there be which like my method well And much commend the strangeness of my vein; Some say I ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, It was night, trees were crowding On all sides ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
I would bathe myself in strangeness: These comforts heaped upon me, smother me! I burn, I scald so for the ...
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a ...
"Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
Barely a twelvemonth after The seven days war that put the world to sleep, Late in the evening the strange ...
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the ...
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