WIND-SHAKEN lilies, silver – belled and sweet. Pearls floating down the dusty London street; Embodied dreams, a resurrection bright Of some forgone, forgotten, lost delight! Who drew them from their dusky, cool retreat, Where they could hear the Spring’s first pulses beat In deep green woods, or by the silvery gleam Of some slow rippling, [...]
This is a Caris Brooke poem. Caris Brooke was the psudeonym used by Saretta Green, E.Nesbit’s half sister. It was originally published in a collection titled EasterTide published in 1888 by E.P.Dutton. BEFORE SUMMER. A GOLDEN halo floats above the hills,And Spring hath touched the crisp brown woods below,The cuckoo loudly calls, and birds build [...]
An Easter Dream is a poem by Caris Brooke, a pseudonym of Saretta Green, the half sister of E.Nesbit. An Easter Dream THE Easter flowers all freshly bloomedTo grace my dear Lord’s feast;And where the guests so thickly throngedI stood, the last and least. For here were gathered offerings sweet,From wood and garden fair.And [...]
Caris Brooke was a psuedonym used by E.Nesbit’s elder half-sister, Saretta Green. This is a poem from the Easter-tide collection from 1888. It was a collection published by E.P Dutton. DEAR Lord I have no Easter flowers to bring, No roses fresh, nor lilies dewy sweet,Yet still one offering I may gladly bear And [...]
Seven Stanzas at Easter John Updike Make no mistake: if He rose at allit was as His body.If the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules reknit, theamino acids rekindle,the Church will fall. It was not as the flowers,each soft spring recurrent;it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled eyes of theeleven [...]
He Learned his anonymity from God himself. leaving his readers, as Godleaves the reader in life’s book to grope for the meaningthat will be quicksilver in the hand.
[P]oetry can do something that philosophy cannot, for poetry is arbitrary and has already turned the formulae of belief into an operation of faith. – Charles Williams from Charles Williams,The Descent of the Dove: A short history of the Holy Spirit in the Church (London: Longmans Green, 1939, p 123).
The CollarGeorge Herbert I Struck the board, and cry’d, No more. I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine?My lines and life are free; free as the rode, Loose as the winde, as large as store. Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me bloud, [...]