Now I Pass (Paul La Cour Poems)
Now I pass into the stone,soon I am mountain and cold,if I cannot open my depths,I must become a lock.One ...
Now I pass into the stone,soon I am mountain and cold,if I cannot open my depths,I must become a lock.One ...
The tree is here, still, in pure stone,in deep evidence, in solid beauty,layered, through a hundred million years.Agate, cornelian, gemstonetransmuted ...
1660At last the long darkness of anarchy lifts, and the dawn o'er the grayIn rosy pulsation floods; the tremulous amber ...
Nay, Hylas, I have come To where life's landscape takes a western slope, And breezes from the occidental ...
Earth, outward tuning on her path in space This pensive southern face, Swathing its smile and shine In ...
OUT of the cloud that dimmed his sunset light,Into the unknown firmament withdrawnBeyond the mists and shadows of the night,We ...
"NOW England lessens on my sight; The bastioned front of Wales, Discolored and indefinite, There like a cloud-wreath ...
I.SEVEN white roses on one tree, Seven white loaves of blameless leaven,Seven white sails on one soft sea,Seven white ...
First see those ample melons-brindled o'erWith mingled green and brown is all the rind;For they are ripe, and mealy at ...
Her drooping wrist, her armMove as a swan should move,First singing when death dawnsUpon the plumaged flesh.But here no swan ...
HIGH priest of Homer, not elect in vain, Deep trumpets blow before thee, shawms behind Mix music with ...
I dreamed that each most lovely, perfect thingThat nature hath, of sound and form and hue-The winds, the grass, the ...
What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that's ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of ...
for Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters in a bus called 'Further...' Dear _______ and here's where the problem begins ...
WE two-how long we were fool'd! Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes; We are Nature-long have we been ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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