Sojourns in the Parallel World (Denise Levertov Poem)
We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a ...
We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
How simple the pleasures of those childhood days, Simple but filled with exquisite satisfactions. The iridescent labyrinth of the spider, ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
ragged wool hanging the wet milkweed seeds tethered, connected moored in their pods tied still to the ground Hovering limp, ...
In the quest for possessions the things of this earth chasing the latest, the greatest As a country, as individuals ...
Her pirouette caught, held captive spinning around the invisible cord her arms akimbo, bent up to her chin her leg, ...
Rising and falling together undulating across the sky from left to right out over the river, just feet above me ...
I was harnessed and tethered tied to the earth, not truly free but I soared, for a few moments minutes ...
A glint of gossamer Single strand, Bowed in the wind Tethered to branch and bench Undulating, snapping Refracting when still ...
A pause on the bridge, a break in my day, as night came A stop to drink in the murmur, ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
Hurrah! I'm off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere; My satchel's swinging on my back, my staff is in my ...
I study the lives on a leaf: the little Sleepers, numb nudgers in cold dimensions, Beetles in caves, newts, stone-deaf ...
"Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we ...
When yellow leaves the sky they pipe it to the houses to go on making red and warm and floral ...
All ye good people, afar and near, To my request pray lend an ear; I advise you all without delay ...
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
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