Villanelle at Sundown (Donald Justice Poems)
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow. The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened. Why this ...
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow. The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened. Why this ...
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow. The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened. Why this ...
We as a people marked the spirit of that fire still burning, now within each beating heart Pentecost flames living ...
The gleanings of the pruning that the trees would be more fruitful a sprig of apple limbs fallen to the ...
I wonder, just what this will mean to her, to her walk with Christ to her sense of her call, ...
Carrying the hope, the message, the joy knowing God, His grace, inside of us Marked by the savior, the creator, ...
The pastor, in the makeshift pulpit at the lectern, far from the vaulted ceilings, far from the stain glassed sanctuary ...
Over and over, I knelt, fell to my knees, gave myself to You, Lord tears pouring from my eyes, shaking ...
I saw Dad's Face In your face Last weekend In your yard I at the ready To lend a hand ...
Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West ...
The Poetry School, The Poetry Book Society, The Poetry Business: So much poetry about you'd think I'd want to shout, ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
"Remember, you loved me, when we were young, one day" The words of the song in Tauber's mellifluous tenor Haunt ...
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