(taken by JWW Savill Gardens June 2014)
tree
not even for a moment
do things stand still: look at
colour, in the trees
Se
Smile
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smile
Then new events said to me,
‘Don’t move. A sublime generosity is
coming towards you.’
You are the fountain of the sun’s li
close enough
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close enough
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this aut
Love …………..
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in a glass darkly
Though I spake with the tongues of men and angels and yet had no love, I were even as sounding brass: or as tinkling cymbal.
A
intricate
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intricate
Intricate and untraceable
weaving and interweaving,
dark strand with light:
designed, beyond
all spiderly contrivance,
to link
roses in sunlight
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roses in sunlight
Our sense of these things changes and they change,
Not as in metaphor, but in our sense
Of them. So sense exceeds all m
discovery poetry?
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wildflower
Finding a new poet
is like finding a new wildflower
out in the woods. You don't see
its name in the flower books, and
n
wrought flower
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wrought flower
I believe the earth
exists, and
in each minim mote
of its dust the holy
glow of thy candle.
Thou
unknown I know,
tho
Love, thou art high
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oddity
Love, thou are deep:
I cannot cross thee.
But, were there Two
Instead of One --
Rower, and Yacht -- some sovereign Summer --
Psalms Redux & Prayers for the Day by Carla Grosch-Miller
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Here is a wonderful book to look out for from a skilled and humane theologian and my commendation for my friend Carla
Psalms Redux &
the golden moon
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blue sky and the golden moon
The moon is a curving flower of gold,
The sky is still and blue;
The moon was made for the sky to hold,
And
torso
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torso
We cannot know the indescribable face
Where the eyes like apples ripened. Even so,
His torso has a candelabra's glow,
His gaze, con
luminous
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luminous
the day is remarkable
luminous, joyful
so easy, to live
with the taste of colour
love makes me laugh
and, at the last
moment, I op
thy fearful symmetry
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angel tiger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry ?
In w
You are……….
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crystal
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning whee
looking
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white flower
He said, I am with you always.
That means, when you look for God
That God is the looking itself,
Yes, and the thought
Roses
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roses
my love in secret
sent this secret to me
give me your self
give me your all
go like a wanderer
take to the road
walk calml
Memories
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We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes int
Remembering Maya Angelou
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I started my blogging life in 2008 partly as a way of capturing my experience of a sabbatical in America. In the spring of that year I spent
A Tree….
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a tree telling of Orpheus
he spoke, and as no tree listens I listened, and language
came into my roots out of the earth, into my ba