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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…
Where is the seed Of the tree felled, Of the forest burned, Or living root Under ash and cinders?
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…
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…
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,
Wanting to know all I overlooked each particle Containing the whole Unknowable. Intent on one great love, perfect,
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…
Day is the hero’s shield, Achilles’ field, The light days are the angels. We the seed. Against eternal light and gorgon’s…
If you go deep Into the heart What do you find there? Fear, fear, Fear of the jaws of the rock,
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…
From star to star, from sun and sp… And almost audible flowers whose s… And in the common meadows, springs… Now the lilies open, and the rose Released by summer from the harmle…
In my first sleep I came to the river And looked down Through the clear water - Only in dream
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…
Wearing worry about money like a h… I lie down in my bed and wrestle w… My bank-manager could not sanction… But life itself wakes me each morn… Urges me to give although I have…
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…