On a Theme by Thomas Merton (Denise Levertov Poem)
"Adam, where are you?" God's hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam's inattention, his confused attention to everything, impassioned ...
"Adam, where are you?" God's hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam's inattention, his confused attention to everything, impassioned ...
The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is ...
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . . It's true I've been accustomed now to home, And joints ...
I FEEL that I'm possess'd of nought, Saving the free unfetterd thought Which from my bosom seeks to flow, And ...
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
He didn't die in the whirlpool by the mill where he had fallen in after a wild chase by all ...
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me, There's nothing lovely here; And doubly will the dark world ...
28 July Calmly, while sat up friendlies & made noise delight fuller than he can ready sing or studiously say, ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
HE bent above: so still her breath What air she breathed he could not say, Whether in worlds of life ...
LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
Old man, you surface seldom. Then you come in with the tide's coming When seas wash cold, foam- Capped: white ...
They brought me ambrotypes Of the old pioneers to enlarge. And sometimes one sat for me- Some one who was ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
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