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Fountain
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fountain
Up from the bronze, I saw
Water without a flaw
Rush to its rest in air,
Reach to its rest, and fall.
From Louise Brogan, Roman
the genius of Angelou
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temple
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our
What love sees is true?
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St. John tells how, at Cana's wedding feast,
The water-pots poured wine in such amount
That by his sober count
There were a hundred gallons at
what we do?
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don't go back to sleep
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
The breeze at dawn has
The Marvelous
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The annals say: when the monks of Clonmacnoise
Were all at prayers inside the oratory
A ship appeared above them in the air.
The anchor dragged
Joy
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Let a joy keep you.
Reach out your hands
And take it when it runs by,
As the Apache dancer
Clutches his woman.
I have seen them
Live long and la
Seeing?
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amazement is the thing
The point is the seeing, the grace
beyond recognition, the ways
of the bird rising, unnamed, unknown,
beyond the ran
Space
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the gap between
What do they do,
The singers, tale writers, dancers, painters,
Shapers, makers?
They go there with empty hands, into
The ga
O glistening sunlight
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O glistening sunlight,
O iridescence, O unique shining,
The wedding of the Godhead:
O burning jewel.
The clothes you wear are noble
They fall
I said to my soul
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I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for
Love after Love
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the time will come
when with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other'
Darkness:orange
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I listened in emptiness on the moor-ridge.
The curlew’s tear turned its edge on the silence.
Slowly detail leafed from the darkness. Then the
Sky, Air, Light
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sky, air, light
A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me--a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to desce
Blueness
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blueness
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch
let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower
down the darker and darker stairs,
Water
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Water
If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.
Going to church
Would entail a fording
To dry, different clot
Yes?
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rejected things
After the final no there comes a yes
And on that yes the future world depends.
No was the night. Yes is this present sun.
I
The new Poet Laureate
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The excitement of welcoming the first woman to the post of poet laureate is similar to the emotion with which a supporter of an under-rated foot
In Praise of…
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An extraordinarily rich and wonderful poet
UA Fanthorpe
Photo: UPPA
She did not see herself as a serious contender. In fact, she made her p
Always Changing
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tree
not even for a moment
do things stand still: look at
colour, in the trees
Seiju, his death poem (d. 1776, age 75)