Tag Archives: POETRY
Saturday Verses: Sappho
Tonight I’ve watched The moon and then the Pleiades go down The night is now half-gone; youth goes; I am in bed alone -Sappho Kisses & Chaos, Alli Woods Frederick image :: are we human … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: E.E. Cummings
XXXII a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer for a hat fate per a somewhat more than less emancipating evening had in return for … Continue reading
A Deeper Communion
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment … Continue reading
Tonight I’ve watched The moon and then the Pleiades go down The night is now half-gone; youth goes; I am in bed alone -Sappho Kisses & Chaos, Alli Woods Frederick image :: are we human … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: E.E. Cummings
XXXII a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer for a hat fate per a somewhat more than less emancipating evening had in return for … Continue reading
A Deeper Communion
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment … Continue reading
XXXII a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer for a hat fate per a somewhat more than less emancipating evening had in return for … Continue reading
A Deeper Communion
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment … Continue reading
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment … Continue reading
