Poetry
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All That Is Earth Has Once Been Sky: The Meteorite by C. S. Lewis
Among the hills a meteorite Lies huge; and moss has overgrown, And wind and rain with touches light Made soft, the contours of the stone.…
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Open Day and Night: From Vigil’s Aeneid
O goddess-born of great Anchises’ line, The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to…
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Everybody Sees That I Am Old But You: À Quoi Bon Dire by Charlotte Mew
Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye; And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I. So I, as I grow stiff…
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When Adventure’s Lost its Meaning
In the quiet misty morning When the moon has gone to bed When the sparrows stop their singing And the sky is clear and red…
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Drinking With a Little Bird
This is a poem by Austrian actor Kurt Sowinetz. You can watch him recite it here but I as far as I know, it hasn’t…
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What Stirs the Life in You?
The Garden’s scent is a messenger, arriving again and again, inviting us in. Hidden exchanges, hidden cycles stir life underground. What stirs the life in…
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