Stepping Westward (Denise Levertov Poem)
What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I ...
What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I ...
Since I stroll in the woods more often than on this frequented path, it's usually trees I observe; but among ...
"I am a landscape," he said, "a landscape and a person walking in that landscape. There are daunting cliffs there, ...
Turn from that road's beguiling ease; return to your hunger's turret. Enter, climb the stair chill with disuse, where the ...
Rose Red's hair is brown as fur and shines in firelight as she prepares supper of honey and apples, curds ...
The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason. That's why the taste of it drove us from Eden. That ...
I thought I was growing wings- it was a cocoon. I thought, now is the time to step into the ...
My wedding-ring lies in a basket as if at the bottom of a well. Nothing will come to fish it ...
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