By William Butler Yeats
Midnight has come and the great Christ Church bellAnd many a lesser bell sound through the room;And …
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- By Sri ChinmoyUltimately everything
Becomes boring.
Even great miracles
Become boring.
Even the tremendous powers of… - By Thomas BrackenGod of Nations at Thy feet,
In the bonds of love we meet,
Hear our voices, we entreat,
God defend our free… - By Sri ChinmoyWithin, without the cosmos wide am I;
In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.
A birthless, deathless… - By CAConradFrank is a
young boy
asleep in
ancient
Tibet
what you
thought was
your life is
really his
dream
he may
wake at any
moment - By Emily BrontëO transient voyager of heaven!
O silent sign of winter skies!
What adverse wind thy sail has driven
To dungeons where a prisoner lies?
Methinks the hands that shut the sun
So sternly from this morning's brow
Might still their rebel task have done
And checked a thing... - By Ada LimónI used to pretend to believe in God. Mainly, I liked so much to talk to someone in the dark. Think of how far a voice must have to travel to go beyond the universe. How powerful that voice must...
- By Jeffrey YangHow easy it is to lose oneself
in a kelp forest. Between
canopy leaves, sunlight filters thru
the water surface; nutrients
bring life where there’d other-
wise be barren sea; a vast eco-
system breathes. Each
being being being’s link. - By Terrance HayesBroken Earth
Year of Release: 1939
Running Time: 11 minutes
Cast: Clarence Muse and unidentified boy
I am the sick boy in the shack when the camera opens
On the sunrise and wispy silhouettes of the plow
And the fool mule and my father working a... - By Chris AbaniA stream in a forest and a boy fishing,
heart aflame, head hush, tasting the world—
lick and pant. The Holy Scripture
is animal not book.
I should know, I have smoked
the soul of God, psalm burning
between fingers on an African afternoon.
And how is... - By James K. BaxterThe wish to climb a ladder to the loft
Of God dies hard in us. The angels Jacob saw
Were not himself. Bramble is what grows best
Out of this man-scarred earth, and I don’t chop it back
Till the fruit have ripened. Yesterday I... - By Kimiko Hahni.I am in the middle of “The Fourteen Poems" by Sun Bu-er (“Clear and Calm Free Human”), Taoist and one of the Seven Immortal Sisters who took up the Tao after she turned fifty-one, after her three children grew up,...
- By Kevin YoungThe heart, it hoards—
how I know this—
The small, strangled
shining room Keats lost
his life in—and to—
beyond the window sunlight
arranging itself
on the Spanish Steps
while the poet watches.
Outside, snapshots
of the tourists
& teenagers tired
of what they don’t
know yet. What will
become of us? Ash.
Unasking. The... - By Norman Finkelstein#
Listen to the children
who know their way about the forest
and return with stories
which the thief steals
exchanging them
for a kind of music.
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Listen to the music
which knows its way about the forest
and returns with... - By Francisco MárquezNights I couldn’t sleep
my mother sang to me
about a boy who wanted
to be flown into heaven.
Everyday, climbing up
the tower he lived in
to see the blue doves
flying by, and everyday,
climbing down, weeping
into a featherless sky.
Sometimes I think of
what it was like... - By CAConradOver seven billion human beings live on Earth now. We have displaced or made extinct so many other species of animals, insects, and plants that we have actually lost track! In the age of Emily Dickinson less than a billion...
- By UnknownTranslated By Roy M. LiuzzaAlways the one alone longs for mercy,
the Maker's mildness, though, troubled in mind,
across the ocean-ways he has long been forced
co stir with his hands the frost-cold sea,
and walk in exile's paths. Wyrd is fully fixed.
Thus spoke the... - By Mechthild of MagdeburgAh blessed absence of God,
How lovingly I am bound to you!
You strengthen my will in its pain
And make dear to me
The long hard wait in my poor body.
The nearer I come to you,
The more wonderfully and abundantly
God comes upon me,
In... - By Mechthild of MagdeburgIt is my nature that makes me love you often,
For I am love itself.
It is my longing that makes my love you intensely,
For I yearn to be loved from the heart.
It is my eternity that makes me love you long,
For... - By Mechthild of MagdeburgGod speaks to the soul
And God said to the soul:
I desired you before the world began.
I desire you now
As you desire me.
And where the desires of two come together
There love is perfected.