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Dialogues - Poems We Love
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A group blog to post poems we love
- Added on: Dec 15th, 2007
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: Mary Murphy
- Listed in: Poems Art
- Tags: poetry poems mary oliver rudyard kipling gerard manley hopkins anthologies
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The VCCA Fellows Visit the Holiness Baptist Church, Amherst, Virginia
by Barbara CrookerWe are the only light faces in a sea of mahogany,tobacco, almond, and this is not the only waywe are different. We've come in late, the choiralready singing, swaying to the music, moving in the spirit. When I was down, Lord, when I ...
Into my heart an air that kills
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms are those?That is the land of lost content,I see it shining plain,The happy highways where I wentAnd cannot come again.A E Houseman...
Wild Peavines
Wild Peavines - By Robert MorganI have never understood howthe mountains when first seen by huntersand traders and settlers were coveredwith peavines. How could every coveand clearing, old field, everyopening in the woods and evenunderstories of deep...
Flannery's Anger
Flannery's Angel by Charles WrightLead us to those we are waiting for,Those who are waiting for us.May your wings protect us, ...
Reverence
Reverence by Julie Cadwallader-Staub The air vibrated with the sound of cicadas on those hot Missouri nights after sundown when the grown-ups gathered on the wide back lawn, sank into their slung-back canvas chairs tall glasses of iced tea beading ...
Ithaca
When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.
Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.
Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.
Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)
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