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Where is the seed Of the tree felled, Of the forest burned, Or living root Under ash and cinders?
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…
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…
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…
Wanting to know all I overlooked each particle Containing the whole Unknowable. Intent on one great love, perfect,
If you go deep Into the heart What do you find there? Fear, fear, Fear of the jaws of the rock,
This war’s dead heroes, who has se… They rise in smoke above the burni… Faint clouds, dissolving into sky… And who sifting the Libyan sand c… The tracery of a human hand,
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…
Day is the hero’s shield, Achilles’ field, The light days are the angels. We the seed. Against eternal light and gorgon’s…
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…
I saw the sun step like a gentlema… Dressed in black and proud as sin. I saw the sun walk across London Like a young M. P., risen to the… His step was light, his tread was…
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…
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over— all the stories are told,
I came too late to the hills: they… Winters before I was born of song… Of spell or speech with power of o… The great ash long dead by a roofl… The voice of the crows an inarticu…
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…