Settling (Denise Levertov Poem)
I was welcomed here-clear gold of late summer, of opening autumn, the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree, ...
I was welcomed here-clear gold of late summer, of opening autumn, the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree, ...
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone. His act is over. The world is a gray world, Not without ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
I have no camera but imagination's tinted glass I cannot pass this crumbling dry stone wall Without a break to ...
A deep bell that links the downs To the drowsy air; Every loop of sound that swoons, Finds a circle ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
Over the radiant ridges borne out on the offshore wind, I have sailed as a butterfly sails whose priming wings ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the ...
Poets may praise a wattle thatch Doubtfully waterproof; Let me uplift my lowly latch Beneath a rose-tiled roof. Let it ...
Her baby was so full of glee, And through the day It laughed and babbled on her knee In happy ...
A form, as any taper, fine ; A head like half-pint bason ; Where golden cords, and bands entwine, As ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
Now, round my favor'd grot let roses rise, To strew the bank where Phaon wakes from rest; O! happy buds! ...
Now the dead past seems vividly alive, And in this shining moment I can trace, Down through the vista of ...
"No water so still as the dead fountains of Versailles." No swan, with swart blind look askance and gondoliering legs, ...
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