Renascence
Edna St. Vincent Millay is one of my favorites….this is the last stanza of her poem “Renascence” which she wrote in high school. Impressive. “The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, – No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That can not keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat — the sky Will cave in on him by and...
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Streets of Colors by Jason D. Eubanks This is an autumn road I’m traveling, Carpeted in falling colors Birthed of blood and fire, Leaves that tumble downward, Twisting, turning, crossing in the air With an unpredictability That brings me back to those crowded streets— Buses packed with bodies, Piercing faces staring through open windows, Motorcycles buzzing in and out Like flies over a carcass With ladies sitting side-saddle, Saris the brilliance of summer’s flowers Melted into these autumnal leaves, And stray dogs, with a king’s temerity, Loping lazily across four lanes of...
Read MoreFrom Out The Cave
From Out the Cave by Joyce Sutphen When you have been at war with yourself for so many years that you have forgotten why, when you have been driving for hours and only gradually begin to realize that you have lost the way, when you have cut hastily into the fabric, when you have signed papers in distraction, when it has been centuries since you watched the sun set or the rain fall, and the clouds, drifting overhead, pass as flat as anything on a postcard; when, in the midst of these everyday nightmares, you understand that you could wake up, you could turn and go back to the last thing...
Read MoreNo Coward Soul Is Mine
No Coward Soul Is Mine Emily Bronte No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven’s glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life—that in me has rest, As I—undying Life—have Power in Thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by thine infinity; So surely anchored on The steadfast rock of immortality. With...
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