From the Roof (Denise Levertov Poem)
This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over the line and slapping my ...
This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over the line and slapping my ...
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
11-11-1933 Bursa Prison My one and only! Your last letter says: "My head is throbbing, my heart is stunned!" You ...
(And I, I am no longer of that world) Naked, he lies in the blinded room chainsmoking, cradled by drugs, ...
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
Our lives here only a foretaste of the banquet seeking heaven all of our days All of us clay still ...
In the waiting the Advent, coming of Christ we must continue our work unfinished sharing the good news Joining the ...
Where to look, where to find more stones for the rows the walk waiting in the yard unfinished lines, longing ...
Christ met, we meet Satan in the wild vivid images, words hard to hear of the tempting of Christ of ...
So many of the stories, the deep lessons of scripture so much a part of the human condition an image ...
The cross, the sacrifice, the suffering taking on our sins, to reconcile us to the creator that is the story, ...
We were all in prayer heads bowed in the sanctuary as she began to speak to proclaim our petitions speak ...
Broken lines, walls in need of mending What would Frost say, or his good neighbor, behind mended walls? New England ...
I thought myself indeed secure, So fast the door, so firm the lock; But, lo! he toddling comes to lure ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become ...
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small ...
This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
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