Kissass is the Part of Peace America will have to Kissass Mother Earth
Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness.
I come from there and I have memories Born as mortals are, I have a mother And a house with many windows, I have brothers, friends,
There was a Boy whose name was Jim; His Friends were very good to him. They gave him Tea, and Cakes, and Jam, And slices of delicious Ham
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climbest the skies; How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp bow tries?
I come from there and remember, I was born like everyone is born, I have a mother and a house with many windows, I have brothers, friends and a prison
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright As the blank windows set in glaring brick, When the wind strengthens from the sea -- and night Drops like a fog and makes the breath come thick;
Drinking my tea Without sugar- No difference
Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt he had put on her face. And her training bra scared me—the newspapers, morning and evening, kept saying it, training bra, as if the cups of it had been calling
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one: The shapes a bright container can contain! Of her choice virtues only gods should speak, Or English poets who grew up on Greek (I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)
And now 'tis time; for their officious haste, Who would before have borne him to the sky, Like eager Romans ere all rites were past Did let too soon the sacred eagle fly
Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant My great travail so gladly spent Forget not yet
Weathering A day without rain is likea day without sunshine A. R. Ammons 1926-2001 A. R. AmmonsBorn: 18 February 1926, North Carolina, USANationality: AmericanDied: 21 February 2001, New York, USA Ammons was a poet and winner of the Annual Book Award for Poetry in 1973 and 1993. He wrote about humanity’s relationship to the natural … Continue reading Weathering by A. R. Ammons
I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion.
God says to me with a kind of smile, "Hey how would you like to be God awhile And steer the world?" "Okay," says I, "I'll give it a try
From Tuscany came my lady’s worthy race; Fair Florence was sometimes her ancient seat; The western isle, whose pleasant shower doth face Wild Camber’s cliffs, did give her lively heat.
https://youtu.be/Wdi9-TePmq8 Easter Morning1979 I have a life that did not become,that turned aside and stopped,astonished:I hold it in me like a pregnancy oras on my lap a childnot to grow old but dwell on it is to his grave I mostfrequently return and returnto ask what is wrong, what waswrong, to see it all bythe … Continue reading Easter Morning by A. R. Ammons
No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main.
Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- On mountain heights
Veni, Creator Spiritus1693 Creator Spirit, by whose aidThe world's foundations first were laid,Come, visit ev'ry pious mind;Come, pour thy joys on human kind;From sin, and sorrow set us free;And make thy temples worthy Thee. O, Source of uncreated Light,The Father's promis'd Paraclete!Thrice Holy Fount, thrice Holy Fire,Our hearts with heav'nly love inspire;Come, and thy Sacred … Continue reading Veni, Creator Spiritus by John Dryden
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus.
My galley charged with forgetfulness Through sharp seas in winter nights doth pass ‘Tween rock and rock; ad eke mine enemy, alas, That is my lord, steereth with cruelness;
The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth would stay Forever where the tide was low, In sodden green and watery gray
Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads, Like gnats around a streetlight in summer, The children we could have, The glimmer of them.
Down behind the dustbin I met a dog called Ted. ‘Leave me alone,’ he says, ‘I’m just going to bed.’
Oh, quick to feel the lightest touch Of beauty or of truth, Rich in the thoughtfulness of age, The hopefulness of youth, The courage of the gentle heart, The wisdom of the pure, The strength of finely tempered souls To labour and endure!
Like a long arrow through the dark the train is darting, Bearing me far away, after a perfect day of love's delight: Wakeful with all the sad-sweet memories of parting, I lift the narrow window-shade and look out on the night.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
I - STARLIGHT With two bright eyes, my star, my love, Thou lookest on the stars above: Ah, would that I the heaven might be With a million eyes to look on thee. Plato
The fat cat on the mat may seem to dream of nice mice that suffice for him, or cream;
Dove Sta Amore1958 Dove sta amoreWhere lies loveDove sta amoreHere lies loveThe ring dove loveIn lyrical delightHear love's hillsongLove's true willsongLove's low plainsongToo sweet painsongIn passages of nightDove sta amoreHere lies loveThe ring dove loveDove sta amoreHere lies love Lawrence Ferlinghetti 1919-2021 Lawrence FerlinghettiBorn: 24 March 1919, New York, USANationality: AmericanDied: 22 February 2021, California, … Continue reading Dove Sta Amore by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
You've read of several kinds of Cat, And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand their character.
Ah, Douglass, we have fall'n on evil days, Such days as thou, not even thou didst know, When thee, the eyes of that harsh long ago
If but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky, and laugh: ‘Thou suffering thing, Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
Elegy III: Change Although thy hand and faith, and good works too,Have sealed thy love which nothing should undo,Yea though thou fall back, that apostasyConfirm thy love; yet much, much I fear thee.Women are like the Arts, forced unto to none,Open to all searchers, unprized if unknown.If I have caught a bird, and let him … Continue reading Elegy III: Change by John Donne
https://youtu.be/02FPyPCX-1w Sheltered Garden1916 I have had enough.I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road,every foot-path leads at lastto the hill-crest --then you retrace your steps,or find the same slope on the other side,precipitate. I have had enough --border-pinks, clove-pinks, wax-lilies,herbs, sweet-cress. O for some sharp swish of a branch --there is no scent of … Continue reading Sheltered Garden by Hilda Doolittle
Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannot Tell you, Dr. Jones— The most peculiar pain I’m in— I think it’s in my bones.”
My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows.
The mountains that enfold the vale With walls of granite, steep and high, Invite the fearless foot to scale Their stairway toward the sky.
Cloony the Clown1981 I'll tell you the story of Cloony the ClownWho worked in a circus that came through town.His shoes were too big and his hat was too small,But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes,He had a green dog and a thousand balloons.He was … Continue reading Cloony the Clown by Shel Silverstein
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