All Poems
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What loves, takes away
© Hugo Williams
If the nose of the pig in the market of Firenze
has lost its matte patina, and shines, brassy,
Olney Hymn 68: Light Shining Out Of Darkness
© William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
The Sound of the Sun
© Sonia Sanchez
It makes one all right, though you hadn’t thought of it,
A sound like the sound of the sky on fire, like Armageddon,
This Evening Also
© Paul Celan
more fully,
since snow fell even on this
sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea,
blossoms the ice in those baskets
you carry into town.
True Greatness
© Charles Wesley
Who is as the Christian great?
Bought and washed with sacred blood,
Crowns he sees beneath his feet.
Soars aloft and walks with God.
The Sign Of The Cross
© John Henry Newman
WHENEER across this sinful flesh of mine
I draw the Holy Sign,
Wandering Willie
© Sir Walter Scott
All joy was bereft me the day that you left me,
And climb'd the tall vessel to sail yon wide sea;
O weary betide it! I wander'd beside it,
And bann'd it for parting my Willie and me.
To Frank Parker
© Robert Lowell
Forty years ago we were here
where we are now,
the same erotic May-wind blew
the trees from there to here—
The Song Of Hiawatha XVI: Pau-Puk-Keewis
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
He, the handsome Yenadizze,
The Weavers
© Michael Rosen
As sometimes, in the gentler months, the sun
will return
before the rain has altogether
stopped and through
To The Rev. Mr. Newton, On His Return From Ramsgate
© William Cowper
That ocean you have late surveyed,
Those rocks I too have seen;
But I, afflicted and dismayed,
You tranquil and serene.
my dream about time
© Paul Celan
a woman unlike myself is running
down the long hall of a lifeless house
A Name
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The name the Gallic exile bore,
St. Malo! from thy ancient mart,
Became upon our Western shore
Greenleaf for Feuillevert.
September
© Joanne Kyger
The grasses are light brown
and the ocean comes in
long shimmering lines
under the fleet from last night
which dozes now in the early morning
Neighboring You
© Eli Siegel
On a table
With the sunlight coming in,
A mat, irregularly placed, with many curves within it;
A napkin somewhat used, by now a little disreputable,
