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All Woods Must Fail

© John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

O! Wanderers in the shadowed land
Despair not! For though dark they stand,
All woods there be must end at last,
And see the open sun go past:

All That is Gold Does Not Glitter

© John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

Part In Peace: Is Day Before Us?

© Sarah Flower Adams

Part in peace: is day before us?
Praise His Name for life and light;
Are the shadows lengthening oer us?
Bless His care Who guards the night.

Love

© Sarah Flower Adams

O Love! thou makest all things even
In earth or heaven;
Finding thy way through prison-bars
Up to the stars;

He Sendeth Sun, He Sendeth Shower

© Sarah Flower Adams

He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful for the flower:
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.

Before you knew you owned it

© Alice Walker

Discover the reason why
So tiny human midget
Exists at all
So scared unwise
But expect nothing. Live frugally
On surprise.

The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor
the moon by night. Psalm 121On a hillside scattered with temples broken
under the dogday sun, my friend and I drank
local wine at nightfall and ate grapeleaves

Sackcloth

© Brooks Haxton

I made sackcloth also my garment; and I
became a proverb to them. They that sit in
the gate speak against me; and I was the
song of drunkards. Psalm 102

Salesmanship, With Half A Dram Of Tears

© Brooks Haxton

Gripping the lectern, rocking it, searching
the faces for the souls, for signs of heartfelt
mindfulness at work, I thought, as I recited
words I wrote in tears: instead of tears,

Every Death Is Magic from the Enemy to Be Avenged

© Brooks Haxton

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Psalm 22When fever burned the last light out of my daughters eyes,
I swore to find and kill the ones to blame. Men
must mount the long boat in the dark with spears.

I Want to Pray

© Brooks Haxton

That young man
firing his Kalashnikov
into the playground
has been made to know
the hidden part.

1985

© Brooks Haxton

The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth
the vengeance; he shall wash his feet in
the blood of the wicked. Psalm 58

Unclean

© Brooks Haxton

I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am
like an owl of the desert. I watch, and am
as a sparrow alone upon the housetop.
Psalm 102

Thy Name

© Brooks Haxton

My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
I will declare thy name unto my brethren. Psalm 102OK. Lets not call what ditched us God:
ghu, the root in Sanskrit, means not God,
but only the calling thereupon. Lets call God

Monster Minded

The wine of astonishment
is house wine at my house.
The whiskey of it is a sauce
we savor. The cocaine

Urbs Sacra Aeterna

© Oscar Wilde

Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been;
In the first days thy sword republican
Ruled the whole world for many an age's span:
Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen,

Canzonet

© Oscar Wilde

I have no store
Of gryphon-guarded gold;
Now, as before,
Bare is the shepherd's fold.

Camma

© Oscar Wilde

And yet - methinks I'd rather see thee play
That serpent of old Nile, whose witchery
Made Emperors drunken, - come, great Egypt, shake
Our stage with all thy mimic pageants! Nay,
I am grown sick of unreal passions, make
The world thine Actium, me thine Anthony!

The Burden Of Itys

© Oscar Wilde

This English Thames is holier far than Rome,
Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea
Breaking across the woodland, with the foam
Of meadow-sweet and white anemone
To fleck their blue waves, - God is likelier there
Than hidden in that crystal-hearted star the pale monks bear!

On The Massacre Of The Christians In Bulgaria

© Oscar Wilde

Christ, dost Thou live indeed? or are Thy bones
Still straitened in their rock-hewn sepulchre?
And was Thy Rising only dreamed by her
Whose love of Thee for all her sin atones?