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But you shall walk the golden street,And you unhouse and house the Lord.-Gerard Manley Hopkins Going home by lamplight across Boston Common,We heard him tell how God had entered in him,And now he had the Word, and nothing otherWould do…
The guidebooks play deception; oceans are A property of mind. All maps are fiction, All travelers come to separate frontiers.The coast, they said, is barren; birds go over Unlighting, in search of richer inland gardens. No green weed thrusts its…
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow,Next year and when I’m fifty; still good-by.This is the leave we never really take.If you were dead or gone to live in ChinaThe event might draw your stature in my mind.I should…
In the dark year an angry rain came downBlood-red upon the hot stones of the town.Beneath the pelting of that liquid droughtNo garden stood, no shattered stalk could sprout,As from a sunless sky all day it rainedAnd men came in…
Coming by evening through the wintry cityWe said that art is out of love with life.Here we approach a love that is not pity. This antique discipline, tenderly severe,Renews belief in love yet masters feeling,Asking of us a grace in…
From the archaic ships the green and redInvaders woven in their colored hostsDescend to conquer. Here is the threaded headland,The warp and woof of a tideless beach, the flight,Recounted by slow shuttles, of swift arrows,And the outlandish attitudes of deathIn…
She who has power to call her manFrom that estranged intensityWhere his mind forages alone,Yet keeps her peace and leaves him free,And when his thoughts to her returnStands where he left her, still his own,Knows this the hardest thing to…
After the sunlight and the fiery visionLeading us to a place of running water,We came into a place by water altered.Dew ribboned from those trees, the grasses weptAnd drowned in their own weeping; vacant mistCrawled like a snail across the…
Curtis and I sit drinking auburn sherryIn the receptive twilight of the vinesAnd potted exile shrubs with sensitive spinesGreening the glass of the conservatory. Curtis, in sand-grey coat and tie of madder,Meets elder values with polite negation.I, between yew and…
What has happened here will doTo bite the living world in two,Half for me and half for you.Here at last I fix a lineSevering the world’s designToo small to hold both yours and mine.There’s enormity in a hairEnough to lead…