The Métier of Blossoming (Denise Levertov Poem)
Fully occupied with growing--that's the amaryllis. Growing especially at night: it would take only a bit more patience than I've ...
Fully occupied with growing--that's the amaryllis. Growing especially at night: it would take only a bit more patience than I've ...
The state cracked where they left your breath No longer instrument. Along the shore The sand ripped up, and the ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
The wood of the barn the creosote bleeding brown shoe polish and maple syrup colors of the boards weathered and ...
Measuring my life the walk of my faith a plumb line vertical while I stray right or left questioning and ...
Two trees in the naked woods lines highlighted by the white of snow Laying upon each other hundreds of yards ...
A cascade, a crescendo a waterfall a torrent daggers of ice, hanging from the rusty fire escape, menacing, hanging frozen ...
We were blessed, by a singular sight after our time on the beach, at the picnic a slice of color, ...
He looks so surprised amazed that he hangs there suspended in the vertical plane a flat brown bear, held in ...
Okay, for those who don't speak German, the title of the poem is "A Boat in a Bottle" and that's ...
Weathered and worn But oh so proudly The old barn preened in the summer Mid-day sun He had seen her ...
To the right, the sky, to the left, the sea. And before your eyes, the grass and its flowers. A ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air ...
for my friend Ruth, who urges me to make an appointment for the Sacrament of Confesson Concerning your letter in ...
It was not a heart, beating. That muted boom, that clangor Far off, not blood in the ears Drumming up ...
There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through ...
Neither clown nor child nor black nor white but verticle and a questioning innocence dressed in night and snow: The ...
Three months after he lies dead, that long yellow narrow body, not like Christ but like one of his saints, ...
From the metal poppy this good blast of trance arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down, worst in a boarding-house ...
There, a little right of Ursus Major, is the Milky Way: a man can point it out, the biggest billionfold ...
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