Posted in Uncategorized, tagged . Lorna Dee Cervantes, analysis, change, death, Emplumada, flowers, hummingbirds, idealistic, peace, poetry on March 5, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Idealistic Change
“Emplumada” by Lorna Dee Cervantes
When summer ended the leaves of snapdragons withered taking their shrill-colored mouths with them. They were still, so quiet. They were violet where umber now is. She hated and she hated to see them go. Flowers born when the weather was good – this she thinks of, watching the branch [...]
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Chinese, death, God, life, mountain, nature, poetry, Tu Fu on January 11, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Bird over Cruz del Condor in Peru
Gazing at the Sacred Peak
For all this, what is the mountain god like?
An unending green of lands north and south:
From ethereal beauty Creation distills
There, yin and yang split dusk and dawn.Swelling clouds sweep by. Returning birds
Ruin my eyes vanishing. One day soon,
At the summit, the other mountains will be
Small enough [...]
Posted in Marianne Moore, poetry, tagged coast guard, death, life, love, Marianne Moore, ocean, poetry, prose, sea on January 5, 2008 | 2 Comments »
The Grave
Man looking into the sea,
taking the view from those who have as much right to it as you have to it yourself, it is human nature to stand in the middle of a thing,
but you cannot stand in the middle of this;
the sea has nothing to give but a well excavated grave.
The [...]
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Works of Wordsworth
Posted in Williams Wordsworth, commentary, tagged death, life, loss, poetry, wordsworth on December 26, 2007 | 2 Comments »
LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR. JULY 13, 1798
FIVE years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a soft inland murmur.–Once again
Do I behold these [...]
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