God Turning His Back (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Was the darkness beginning at noon the shadow of God God turning his back unable to watch his son tortured ...
Was the darkness beginning at noon the shadow of God God turning his back unable to watch his son tortured ...
I met evil, coming inside from the bright summer day on the Vineyard, so long ago His eyes full of ...
"after flogging Jesus", he was sent to be crucified; but what a cryptic, banal inconsequential piece of prose What unspeakable ...
It was a great day, it was a lousy day to be in the academy She snarled, they barked at ...
Maybe those who believe A piece of your soul Is stolen with each photograph taken Are right Reflecting back over ...
'O WHICH is the last rose?' A blossom of no name. At midnight the snow came; At daybreak a vast ...
1. Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood-leaves, cracked and bent and tortured ...
We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-- This debt we pay ...
At my feet the lapdogs of desire, I wont greet their fawning, least not yet, their foul breath would shrink ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Jan 7th A dreadful darkness closes in On my bewildered mind; O let me suffer and not sin, Be tortured ...
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Matron! the children of whose love, Each to his grave, in youth have passed, And now the mould is heaped ...
The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew I ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
I don't know if you're alive or dead. Can you on earth be sought, Or only when the sunsets fade ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
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