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lights
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Out of this same light, out of this central mind,. Though a turning inward,. To express the feeling with images intended to be. A kind of blindness. Light the first light of evening, as in a room. In which we rest and, for small reason, think. The world imagined is the ultimate good. This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous. It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,. Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:. Within a single thing, a single shawl. A light, a power, the miraculous influence.
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the adversary
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None know the horror of its sight. Save those who meet death in the wilderness. There is a grey thing that lives. None know the horror of its sight. Save those who meet. Death in the wilderness. But one is enabled to see. To see branches move at its passing. To hear at times the wail of black laughter. And to come often upon mystic places. Places where the thing has just been. From The Complete Poems of. Return to www.donaldmeyerhome.com.
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leaves
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That we may see and remark,. The flash and fascination held in. The flecking of old paint or. The scatter of our daily. A child said ‘What is the grass? Fetching it to me with full hands;. How could I answer? I guess it must be the flag. Of my disposition, of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief. Of the Lord,. A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,. Bearing the owner’s name. Someway in the corners,. That we may see and remark,. Return to www.donaldmeyerhome.com.
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lover
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Here I stay and wait. How does one explain? Places among the stars,. Soft gardens near the sun,. Keep your distant beauty;. Shed no beams upon my weak heart. Since she is here. In a place of blackness,. Not your golden days. Nor your silver nights. Can call me to you. Since she is here. In a place of blackness,. Here I stay and wait. And Other Line Stephen Crane. Half a man is a woman.and don’t you ever forget it. Comment, Woodstock, NY, 1969. Return to www.donaldmeyerhome.com.
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wilderness
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There was set before me a mighty hill,. And long days I climbed. Through regions of snow. When I had before me the summit-view,. It seemed that my labor. Had been to see gardens. Lying at impossible distances. Return to www.donaldmeyerhome.com. To see gardens lying at impossible distances. Somehow familiar yet distant,. A huge vista seen from an interior eye. It is the initial confrontation. Of the paradigm,. With an inexplicably inviting. A place of adventure. The witness of a child,.
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friend
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Aye, but there are those. Who see you sin, my friend. What there is to. Kindly at the mention of any of it. You say you are holy,. Because I have not seen you sin. Aye, but there are those. Who see you sin, my friend. Return to www.donaldmeyerhome.com.
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the good man
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God only was his only elegance. Blameless the journey,. Careless the way,. Through centuries he lived in poverty. God only was his only elegance. Then generation by generation he grew. Stronger and freer, a little better off. He lived each life because, if it was bad,. He said a good life would be possible. At last the good life came, good sleep, bright fruit,. And Lazarus betrayed him to the rest,. Who killed him, sticking feathers in his flesh. To mock him. They placed with him in his grave.
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horizon
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The first taste of. Of the spiritual;. The spiritual being within. This aspect of the Horizon. Presents a rather distanced but nevertheless. I saw a man pursuing the horizon;. Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this;. I accosted the man. It is futile,’ I said,. You can never- ’. You lie,’ he cried,. Return to www.donaldmeyerhome.com.
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entrance
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The shape of society,. The frame of our vision:. There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs,. Moved toward the altar. The chief man there. Was erect, and bore himself proudly. Yet some could see him cringe,. As in a place of danger,. Throwing frightened glances into the air,. A-start at threatening faces in the past. Return to www.donaldmeyerhome.com. There was a great cathedral.
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the jar
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Like nothing else in tennessee. The beauty and meaning. As a microcosm of their society. I placed a jar in Tennessee,. And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness. The wilderness rose up to it,. And sprawled around, no longer wild. The jar was round upon the ground. And tall and of a port in the air. It took dominion everywhere. The jar was gray and bare. It did not give of bird or bush,. Like nothing else in Tennessee. Anecdote of the Jar. Return to www.donaldmeyerhome.com.
