A Tree Telling of Orpheus (Denise Levertov Poem)
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with ...
FAIN had I to-day surprised my mistress, But soon found I that her door was fasten'd. Yet I had the ...
ON a rocky peak once sat I early, Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving; Stretch'd out like a pall ...
The mica in the granite quartz, rosy or clear jagged shards of beauty drawing my eyes to come near The ...
Vivid memory Twenty-five years past Her hands Old, blotched, tired Gripped the sheet metal Chair below her White knuckles Held ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
All are not taken; there are left behind Living Belov?ds, tender looks to bring And make the daylight still a ...
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
Here is the shadow of truth, for only the shadow is true. And the line where the incoming swell from ...
At last the air fragrant, the bird's bubbling whistle Succinct in the unknown unsettled trees: O little Charles, beside the ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Onion, luminous flask, your beauty formed petal by petal, crystal scales expanded you and in the secrecy of the dark ...
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