In Praise of Weeding (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich loam between my fingers, grip of stems, roots, balls of grass pull up through the rain drenched soil smell ...
Poems about wheat (39 Poems)
Blood on the Lintels (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Blood shed in fulfillment, willingly spilled for us spread blood of the lamb Blood on the lintels, the threshold, the ...
Chevy in the Grass (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A horse in the small pasture beside the barn a Chevy in the grass hidden from view almost behind the ...
Kneading the Bread (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The bread of life a metaphor for the living Son but think of the elements the wheat, the leavening, water ...
Wheat of the Harvest (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like the luck in the 3-leaf clovers common wheat, food of heaven across the world, a bumper crop We are ...
Returning the Elements (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the communion returning the elements to the ground gently sharing the bread, the wheat the blood, the vine to ...
Explained Parables – V2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wheat and the Weeds explained metaphors of good and evil now and then at the end Too important, too precious ...
Explained Parables (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wheat and the weeds explained metaphors of good and evil now and the end Too important, precious for ambiguity, uncertainty ...
The Final Word (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh it will be wonderful At the end of the age For those who believe To see that heavenly place ...
Diaspora (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wheat among the Weeds Diaspora out in the world From the tabernacle to synagogues from the sanctuary to the end ...
a body of rice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was a pure moment an instant never to be found again a four year old's faith caught in my ...
The Visitor (Carolyn Forche Poem)
In Spanish he whispers there is no time left. It is the sound of scythes arcing in wheat, the ache ...
The Cobbler (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WE'RE told, that once a cobbler, BLASE by name; A wife had got, whose charms so high in fame; But ...
Psalm Three (Mahmoud Darwish Poem)
On the day when my words were earth... I was a friend to stalks of wheat. On the day when ...
Peace (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
I worked for chaff and earning Wheat (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I worked for chaff and earning Wheat Was haughty and betrayed. What right had Fields to arbitrate In matters ratified? ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The Knight’s Song (Lewis Carroll Poems)
I'll tell thee everything I can: There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
The White Knight’s Song (Lewis Carroll Poems)
'Haddock's Eyes' or 'The Aged Aged Man' or 'Ways and Means' or 'A-Sitting On A Gate' I'll tell thee everything ...
The Aged Aged Man (Lewis Carroll Poem)
I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
The Landrail (John Clare Poem)
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
November (John Clare Poem)
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
The house where I was born (10) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
And then life; and once again A house where I was born. Around us The granary above what once had ...
Diary of a Church Mouse (John Betjeman Poem)
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
Tokens (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
Tokens (William Barnes Poem)
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
Pilate’s Wife’s Dream (Charlotte Bronte Poems)
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Of the Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...