Sunday Letters

behind every physical occurrence

behind every physical occurrence

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enrought with golden and silver light

behind every physical occurrence

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enrought with golden and silver light

It's like the light

It's like the light

Candlemas / Groundhog Day It's like the light - A fashionless delight It's like the bee, - A dateless melody.

It's like the light

Candlemas / Groundhog Day It's like the light - A fashionless delight It's like the bee, - A dateless melody.

clarity after the storm

clarity after the storm

Let us not go pussyfooting about under the panoplies of disapproval Of friends, of society, of family. It is only when a lightning storm of vision Explodes and rips these...

clarity after the storm

Let us not go pussyfooting about under the panoplies of disapproval Of friends, of society, of family. It is only when a lightning storm of vision Explodes and rips these...

Another Day!

Another Day!

A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!From marshallings as simple The flags of nations swang. Steady my soul: What issues Upon...

Another Day!

A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!From marshallings as simple The flags of nations swang. Steady my soul: What issues Upon...

unique momentum

unique momentum

Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart In unremitting action Yet never wearing out - Of this electric Adjunct Not anything is known But its unique...

unique momentum

Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart In unremitting action Yet never wearing out - Of this electric Adjunct Not anything is known But its unique...

What's to come

What's to come

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?O stay and hear! your true-love's comingThat can sing both high and low;Trip no further, pretty sweeting,Journey's end in lovers' meeting—Every wise man's son...

What's to come

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?O stay and hear! your true-love's comingThat can sing both high and low;Trip no further, pretty sweeting,Journey's end in lovers' meeting—Every wise man's son...