Thursday Before Easter by John Klebe
As the beginning of thy supplications the commandment came forth, and I am come to shew thee; for thou art greatly beloved: therefore understand the matter, and consider the vision. Daniel
As the beginning of thy supplications the commandment came forth, and I am come to shew thee; for thou art greatly beloved: therefore understand the matter, and consider the vision. Daniel
Still Falls the RainDame Edith Sitwell (The Raids, 1940. Night and Dawn) Still falls the Rain –Dark as the world of man, black as our loss –Blind as the nineteen
NocturneGabriele Mistral Our Father who art in heaven,Why hast Thou forsaken me!Thou did’st remember the February fruit,When torn was its pulp of ruby.My side is pierced alsoYet Thou will’st not
The LookElizabeth Barrett Browning The Savior looked on Peter. Ay, no word,No gesture of reproach! The heavens serene,Though heavy with armed justice, did not leanTheir thunders that way! the forsaken
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light:The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring out the old, ring
For Janet How can it be that I feel youngernow, with you, than I did in grey youth? Grimlypacing the cage of my lonely hungerfor love, I tested the bars
Many people are familiar with W.H. Auden’s great poem, “September 1, 1939”: I sit in one of the divesOn Fifty-second StreetUncertain and afraidAs the clever hopes expireOf a low dishonest
Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day,Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin;And, having harrowd hell, didst bring awayCaptivity thence captive, us to win:This joyous day, deare
1Done is a battell on the dragon blak,Our campioun Chryst confoundit hes his force,The yettis of hell ar brokin with a crak,The signe trivmphall rasit is of the croce.The diuillis
Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou
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