“Annunciation” by John Donne
Salvation to all that will is nigh;That All, which always is all everywhere,Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die,Lo! faithful Virgin,
Salvation to all that will is nigh;That All, which always is all everywhere,Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die,Lo! faithful Virgin,
A LOVE SONG FOR ASH WEDNESDAY Darling, our dust,Which death with other dust will bed, On Wednesday last,When, mea culpa, mankind fedOn common matter, common thread,Went privately instead. Your shadowed
It might have been just someone else’s story,Some chosen people get a special king.We leave them to their own peculiar glory,We don’t belong, it doesn’t mean a thing.But when these
The threefold terror of love; a fallen flareThrough the hollow of an ear;Wings beating about the room;The terror of all terrors that I boreThe Heavens in my womb. Had I
This is the gospel of the primal light,The first beginning, and the fruitful end,The soaring glory of an eagle’s flight,The quiet touch of a beloved friend.This is the gospel of
The Virginby William Wordsworth Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrostWith the least shade of thought to sin allied.Woman! above all women glorified,Our tainted nature’s solitary boast;Purer than foam on central
The War After the War by Debora Gregor for Greg Greger I Where were the neighbors? Out of town?In my pajamas, I sat at my father’s feetin front of their
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
…I thought I would post my friend Jonathan Potter’s poem “Seattle” in honor of My Home Town. You can find more of his excellent writing here.
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