Everything That Acts Is Actual (Denise Levertov Poem)
From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more ...
From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more ...
Tune -- ANACREON IN HEAVEN O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss you had was ...
I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
(For D. C. T., Killed at Fricourt, March, 1916) Yet once an earlier David took Smooth pebbles from the brook: ...
when we are not looking not paying attention, when we are blind not seeking the Lord that is when God ...
God's promise, to always be with us to provide for our needs wherever we may go There with us in ...
Leading us when we let him following with us in the wilderness God, beside us walking with us all of ...
Towering over our heads Roots deep in the soil Evergreen or leaves from green to red Each branch an arm ...
Towering over our heads Roots deep in the soil Evergreen or leaves from green to red Every one a treasure ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
We see -- Comparatively -- The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided -- Yesterday -- ...
The power of the Lake lingers still so many years beyond its fascination ending; it was there in the beginning, ...
I never said I would, I only said I could do what you wished, the subtle difference should have raised ...
I'm sure it would be easier to survive as a dead poet, I mean it in the surmise that I ...
O learned man who never learned to learn, Save to deduce, by timid steps and small, From towering smoke that ...
The trees in the garden rained flowers. Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred, Like to a warrior's destiny! I love To stretch me often ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
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