This is the way it is. We see three ages in one: the child Jesus innocent of Jerusalem and Rome - magically at home in joy - that’s the year from which our inner persistence has its force.
The second, Bergman shows us, carries forward image after...
It wanes into wrechednes, þe welth of þis worlde. Robes and ritches rotes in dike, Prowde payntyng slakes into sorow, Delites and drewryse stynk sal ful sone, Þair golde and þaire tresoure drawes þam til dede. Al...
Listen! I will speak of the sweetest dream, what came to me in the middle of the night, when speech-bearers slept in their rest. It seemed that I saw a most wondrous tree raised on high, wound round with light, the brightest of beams. All...
‘þis were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gyde þat [myȝte] folwen us ech foot’: þus þis folk hem mened. Quod Perkyn þe Plowman, ‘By Seint Peter of Rome! I haue an half acre to erie by þe heiȝe weye; Hadde I eryed...
Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forþ after As a recchelees renk þat [reccheþ of no wo], And yede forþ lik a lorel al my lif tyme, Til I weex wery of þe world and wilned eft to slepe, And lened me to a lenten,...
In a somer seson, whan softe was þe sonne, I shoop me into [a] shrou[d] as I a sheep weere, In habite as an heremite, vnholy of werkes, Wente wide in þis world wondres to here. Ac on a May morwenynge on Maluerne hilles Me...
Now let us praise Heaven-Kingdom's guardian, the Maker's might and his mind's thoughts, the work of the glory-father—of every wonder, eternal Lord. He established a beginning. He first shaped for men's sons Heaven as a roof, the holy Creator; then middle-earth mankind's guardian, eternal Lord, afterwards prepared the...
Loudly sweep the winds of autumn O'er that lone, beloved grave, Where we laid those sunny ringlets, When those blue eyes set like stars, Leaving us to outer darkness. O the longing and the aching! O the sere deserted grave!
Knocking, knocking, ever knocking? Who is there? 'Tis a pilgrim, strange and kingly, Never such was seen before;— Ah, sweet soul, for such a wonder Undo the door.
No,—that door is hard to open; Hinges rusty, latch is broken; Bid Him go. Wherefore, with that knocking dreary Scare the sleep...
Spirited light! on the edge of the Presence your yearning burns in the secret darkness, O angels, insatiably into God's gaze.
Perversity could not touch your beauty; you are essential joy. But your lost companion, angel of the crooked wings—he sought the summit, shot down the depths of God and plummeted to...
that gathered there along his arms, upon the invitation of a slender limb. And not oblivious to human violence perhaps needed rest or needed to offer the succor of presence, despite the stiff collar of their feathers, despite each one being no less the children of a...
And then smelling it, feeling before the sound even reaches him, he kneels at cliff's edge and for the first time, turns his head toward the now visible falls that gush over a quarter mile of uplifted sheet- granite across the valley and he pauses, lowering his eyes for a moment, unable to withstand...