the Cold War, and other unsettling occasions of the decade, Mary Oliver found a way to use her art to put words that articulated what people of the time were feeling. But the poems inDream Workare also timeless enough that people can still get a lot of mileage out of them today. ...
" And when, to soothe my soul, that hoped and trembled, The dissonance ceased, and all seemed calm and bright; When France her front deep-scarr'd and gory Concealed with clustering wreaths of glory; When, insupportably advancing, Her arm made mockery of the warrior's ramp; While timid...
Body and soul to steep,But we – pity us! ah, pity us! We wakeful; oh, pity us! –We must go back with Policeman Day – Back from the City of Sleep! Over the edge of the purple down, Ere the tender dreams begin,Look – we may look – at the Merciful Town, But we may not...
2. I Said to Love I said to Love, “It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above; Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the One Who spread a heaven beneath the sun, ” I said to Love. I said to him, “We now know more of thee than then; We...
And how to heal the wounded lands, With gentle touch and loving gaze, He helps his patients through the blaze. 2. The Doctor by Emily Dickinson The doctor is a friend indeed, Who helps us in our time of need, He cures our body, and our soul, ...
Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes, How questioneth the soul that other soul,— The inner sense which neither cheats nor lies, But self exposes unto self, a scroll Full writ with all life's acts unwise or wise, In characters indelible and known; So, trembling with the shock...
To soothe my lady's dreams. ——— (艾米莉•勃朗特的这首是美国诗人艾米莉•狄金森最喜欢的诗歌之一,曾由希金森在其葬礼上朗诵) NO COWARD SOUL IS MIME No coward soul is mine No tremble in the world's storm-troibled sphere I see Heaven's glories shine And Faith shines equal arming me fro...
To muse on these and thus to soothe my pain— Your smiling mouth and laughing eyes, bright gray, Your ample breasts and slender arms' twin chains.So would I beg you, if I only may, To see such sights as I before have seen,
O Bacchus, to soothe the remorse of the ancients!And others, whose throats love scapularies,who, hiding whips under their long vestment,in the sombre groves of the night, solitaries,blend the sweats of joy with the tears of torment....
Lies by the plate, to soothe the waken’d brain Blest by such unobtrusive servile art The days of comfort comfortably start. “And yet I dreamt,” the shuddering creature said,“My bowers were rifled and my children were fled; The Heavens disdain’d me; Pallas’ self was cold, Yet, wh...