By Sri Chinmoy
There was a time when I loved
The fantastic fabrics of the mind.
There was a time
When I lived my life
Based…
The fantastic fabrics of the mind.
There was a time
When I lived my life
Based…
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- By Shereen AkhtarIn our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends… - By Zach CzaiaI'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the year
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages… - By Colby Cedar SmithI loved a preacher’s son.
Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.
A deep wooden… - By Chris WatkinsI was riding toward Damascus
to yell at some Christians and maybe
stone a few uninhibited women
when… - By Charles ReznikoffIn a world where each man must be of use
and each thing useful, the rebellious Jews
light not one light… - By Charles ReznikoffThe Jewess, Hadassah, takes the name of the moon-goddess, Esther;
her kinsman, Mordecai, whatever his… - By Charles ReznikoffThis was a season of our fathers' joy:
not only when they gathered grapes and the fruit of trees
in Israel… - By Kemi AlabiI used to pray to a man-faced god.
Kept his whip beneath my bed.
Set alarms for daybreak lashings.
Pressed… - By William Butler YeatsI
My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the… - By William Butler YeatsI
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying… - By William Butler Yeats'Because I am mad about women
I am mad about the hills,'
Said that wild old wicked man
Who travels where… - By Chana BlochOn the holiest day we fast till sundown.
I watch the sun stand still
as the horizon edges toward it. Four… - By Petr HruškaTwo days of rain. Children on the floor. Scant trees.
The furniture confesses to the boards. Reaching… - By William Butler YeatsMidnight has come and the great Christ Church bellAnd many a lesser bell sound through the room;And …
- By Christian J. CollierBetween us, there are one hundred one
umber haints in our home.
In bed, we discuss
our future, our children… - By Christian J. CollierI used to think
there was only one of You
before the miscarriage.
Now, I am not so sure.
Maybe there are… - By Sri ChinmoyUltimately everything
Becomes boring.
Even great miracles
Become boring.
Even the tremendous powers of… - By Thomas TraherneI saw new Worlds beneath the Water ly,
New Peeple; yea, another Sky
And Sun, which seen by Day
Might things… - By Carlie HoffmanLight sheds its skin in the poplars,
Earth’s soldiers wielding the dark, bats emerging
like machinery…