Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
HIS name was Chance, Jack Chance, he said,And that his family was dead.He was a lucid fool, his eyesWere cool ...
I ponder how He died, despairing once.I've heard the cry subside in vacant skies,In clearings where no other was. Despair,Which, ...
The disingenuousCharm of livingHas its advantagesProperly usingLips for smiling,Grace for posture,Limbs for loving,Inimitable gesture.The thinker enjoysA lonelier quality,Learning's shynessWith philosophy's ...
A-bask in the mellow beauty of the ripening sun, Sad with the lingering sense of summer's purpose done, ...
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight made his pallet on the threshing floor where all day he had worked, and ...
certain creatures it seems are never seen straight on - they occupy the corner of the eye once sensed (a ...
i i shall die yearning a hand reaching out to a face that isn't there a face seeking a hand ...
peaches exude this thrall - reminders of those luscious whereabouts that lips best find their precious sips to cry let ...
And an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?" And he answered: You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda's ...
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