A Map Of The Western Part Of The County Of Essex In England (Denise Levertov Poems)
Something forgotten for twenty years: though my fathersand mothers came from Cordova and Vitepsk and Caernarvon,and though I am a ...
Something forgotten for twenty years: though my fathersand mothers came from Cordova and Vitepsk and Caernarvon,and though I am a ...
As the stores close, a winter lightopens air to iris blue,glint of frost through the smokegrains of mica, salt of ...
Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs, with considered judgement, bears ...
Intricate and untraceable weaving and interweaving, dark strand with light: designed, beyond all spiderly contrivance, to link, not to entrap: ...
This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over the line and slapping my ...
We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a ...
Since I stroll in the woods more often than on this frequented path, it's usually trees I observe; but among ...
An old man whose black face shines golden-brown as wet pebbles under the streetlamp, is walking two mongrel dogs of ...
"Adam, where are you?" God's hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam's inattention, his confused attention to everything, impassioned ...
Turn from that road's beguiling ease; return to your hunger's turret. Enter, climb the stair chill with disuse, where the ...
This is the year the old ones, the old great ones leave us alone on the road. The road leads ...
The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason. That's why the taste of it drove us from Eden. That ...
A certain day became a presence to me; there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light: a being. And before ...
Brilliant, this day - a young virtuoso of a day. Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors, deft hands. And every ...
Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close ...
Not the moon. A flower on the other side of the water. The water sweeps past in flood, dragging a ...
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? ...
A night that cuts between you and you and you and you and you and me : jostles us apart, ...
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