Monthly Archives: November 2016

Poem – I will Keep Broken Things

I will keep Broken Things: The big clay Pot With raised Iguanas Chasing Their Tails;  Two Of their Wise Heads Sheared Off;  I will keep Broken things: The old Slave Market Basket Brought To my Door By Mississippi A jagged … Continue reading

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Poem – Blessed are the Poor in Spirit

Did you ever understand this?  If my spirit was poor, how could I enter heaven?  Was I depressed?  Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inserted with careful plan, can change everything. I was reminded of this when … Continue reading

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Poem –  No Body’s Darling

Be nobody’s darling;  Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around You like a shawl, To parry stones To keep you warm. Watch the people succumb To madness With ample cheer;  Let them look askance at … Continue reading

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Poem – A Parsonage in Oxfordshire

Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends, Is marked by no distinguishable line; The turf unites, the pathways intertwine; And, wheresoe’er the stealing footstep tends, Garden, and that domain where kindred, friends, And neighbours rest together, here confound Their several features, … Continue reading

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Poem – A Night Thought 

Lo! where the Moon along the sky Sails with her happy destiny; Oft is she hid from mortal eye Or dimly seen, But when the clouds asunder fly How bright her mien! Far different we–a froward race, Thousands though rich … Continue reading

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Poem – London 1802 

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour; England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward … Continue reading

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Poem – Lines Written  in Early Spring

I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; … Continue reading

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