All Poems
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The Dark Soul
© Arthur Alexander Banning
The dark soul goes lonely, it seeks, but cannot find
its heart's desire among the whirling
planets of the mind.
Variation On A Theme By Rilke
© Denise Levertov
A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
Aware
© Denise Levertov
When I found the door
I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
whispers.
The Armful
© Robert Frost
For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
Intrusion
© Denise Levertov
After I had cut off my hands
and grown new onessomething my former hands had longed for
came and asked to be rocked.After my plucked out eyes
had withered, and new ones grownsomething my former eyes had wept for
The Thread
© Denise Levertov
Something is very gently,
invisibly, silently,
pulling at me-a thread
or net of threads
Crumble-Hall
© Mary Leapor
When Friends or Fortune frown on Mira's Lay,
Or gloomy Vapours hide the Lamp of Day;
With low'ring Forehead, and with aching Limbs,
Oppress'd with Head-ach, and eternal Whims,
Sad Mira vows to quit the darling Crime:
Yet takes her Farewel, and Repents, in Rhyme.
The Borough. Letter XVIII: The Poor And Their
© George Crabbe
applause:
To her own house is borne the week's supply;
There she in credit lives, there hopes in peace to
A Tree Telling of Orpheus
© Denise Levertov
Fire he sang, that trees fear, and I, a tree, rejoiced in its flames.
New buds broke forth from me though it was full summer.
As though his lyre (now I knew its name) were both frost and fire, its chords flamed up to the crown of me.
Seeing For A Moment
© Denise Levertov
I thought, now is the time to step
into the fire
it was deep water.
Lines To ---.
© Frances Anne Kemble
When 'twas my hap to meet you, for awhile
Our paths together layand each one brought
To the Snake
© Denise Levertov
Green Snake, when I hung you round my neck
and stroked your cold, pulsing throat
as you hissed to me, glinting
arrowy gold scales, and I felt
"Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed"
© Frederick Goddard Tuckerman
Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed
Long curved sail needles of the green pitch pine,
Looking, Walking, Being
© Denise Levertov
"The World is not something to
look at, it is something to be in."
Mark Rudman
The Mutes
© Denise Levertov
Those groans men use
passing a woman on the street
or on the steps of the subway
To Gordon Leaving Khartoum
© George MacDonald
The silence of traitorous feet!
The silence of close-pent rage!
The roar, and the sudden heart-beat!
And the shot through the true heart going,
The truest heart of the age!
And the Nile serenely flowing!
