Seven Stanzas at Easter by John Updike
Another in a series of poems for the Easter Season. Make no mistake: if He rose at allit was as His body;if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the moleculesreknit,
Another in a series of poems for the Easter Season. Make no mistake: if He rose at allit was as His body;if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the moleculesreknit,
Another in a series of poems for the Easter Season. Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poore: With thee O
I thought I would scatter some Easter poems throughout my blog for the rest of the 50 days of Easter.. Here is the first. The rest will appear, one a
From the church’s side door we follow the candleheld aloft in the uncertain spring evening this dead timebetween death and birth, treading the pavement to the openednarthex door, the procession
He is despised and rejected of men. Isaiah liii. 3. Is it not strange, the darkest hour That ever dawned on sinful earth Should touch the heart with softer power For comfort than
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
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