Church Going (Philip Larkin Poem)
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
At her Junior High School graduation, she sings alone in front of the lot of us-- her voice soprano, surprising, ...
Hard to describe succulence surprising taste of the rosa rugosa plucking the hip scraping out the seeds bringing it to ...
As a people as Christians falling far short of our calling not that this is surprising as we remain human ...
Her style all her own a bit whimsical pushing the limits and surprising us in love storming above and yet ...
God speaking sometimes in quiet tones drawing us in, stilling us centering us in the Lord speaking out of a ...
Even when demanding ungrateful, desperate our father faithful providing for our needs God's sustaining love in ways surprising living water, ...
A stark, surprising message from the prophet this day, to settle down and live, within captivity; the foreign land to ...
How much could the split oil have bought how many lives would it have touched how wasteful it must have ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
Henry the Seventh of England Wasn't out of the Royal top drawer, The only connection of which he could boast, ...
When Joe Dove took his elephants out on the road He made each one hold fast with his trunk To ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
In Tilbury Town did Old King Cole A wise old age anticipate, Desiring, with his pipe and bowl, No Khan's ...
"I'll introduce a friend!" he said, "And if you've got a vacant pen You'd better take him in the shed ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
Alfonso is a handsome bronze-hued lad Of subtly-changing and surprising parts; His moods are storms that frighten and make glad, ...
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