I began to warm and chill To objects and their fields, A ragged cup, a twisted mop The face of Jesus in my soup
Месечни архиви: юни 2015
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The cold hard lands they bites our hands, they gnaws our feet. The rocks and stones are like old bones all bare of meat. But stream and pool is wet and cool: so nice for feet!
A city (civitas) is a multitude of people united by a bond of community, named for its ‘citizens’ (civis), that is, from the residents of the city (urbs) [because it has jurisdiction over and ‘contains the lives’ (contineat vitas) of many]. Now urbs (also “city”) is the name for the […]
A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent If the unheard, unspoken Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word within The world and for the world; And the light shone in darkness and Against […]
