#English #Women #XXCentury
Primrose, anemone, bluebell, moss Grow in the Kingdom of the Cross And the ash-tree’s purple bud Dresses the spear that sheds his b… With the thorns that pierce his br…
A Gaelic bard they praise who in… Named the one indivisible soul of… For what are the bens and the glen… Immeasurable complexities of soul? What are these isles but a song su…
There is a fish, that quivers in t… itself a shadow, but its shadow, c… Catch it again and again, it still… Against the flowing stream, its li… with death - the impulse and the f…
Wanting to know all I overlooked each particle Containing the whole Unknowable. Intent on one great love, perfect,
Night comes, an angel stands Measuring out the time of stars, Still are the winds, and still the… It would be peace to lie Still in the still hours at the an…
God in me is the fury on the bare… God in me shakes the interior king… God in me is the fire wherein I b… God in me swirling cloud and drivi… God in me cries a lonely nameless…
If you go deep Into the heart What do you find there? Fear, fear, Fear of the jaws of the rock,
Strange that the self’s continuu… The Virgin, Aphrodite, and the M… All loves and griefs, successive d… That hold their kingdom in the hum… Abandoned by the gods, woman with…
In my first sleep I came to the river And looked down Through the clear water - Only in dream
Where are those dazzling hills tou… Those crags in childhood that I u… Hidden, hidden under mist is yonde… Hidden is the heart. A day of cloud, a lifetime falls b…
O never harm the dreaming world, the world of green, the world of l… but let its million palms unfold the adoration of the trees. It is a love in darkness wrought
Where is the seed Of the tree felled, Of the forest burned, Or living root Under ash and cinders?
Within the flower there lies a see… Within the seed there springs a tr… Within the tree there spreads a wo… In the wood there burns a fire, And in the fire there melts a ston…
Yours is the face that the earth t… Continuous beyond its human featur… The mountain forms that rest again… With your eyes, the reflecting rai… Sees me; forest and flower, bird a…
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over— all the stories are told,
