A

• Alleluia! The sun has arisen as promis'd! the darkness has fled from his light,
• All hail the spring! when summer 'fore our faces looms,
• All men are born to sorrow as to life,
• Almighty power, helpless; like the sun made cold,
• And in the dark was he conceived
• An ashen visage, pale and empty; that's the face
• Angelic countenance, within thy cell,
• Arises now the moon, dispelling darken'd sky,
• Arise! and face the demons that assault the soul:
• As the sun subsides in the south, and cold
• As the Canada goose stretches out its broad wings and prepares for its flight to the south
• As we grow old, our skills grow old, as well,
• As we stood there beside his body, cold and dead,
• At the time before dawn, darn of night's all around; the fair sun seems ne'er ready to rise,

B

• Become the ash that's left when finished is the flame,
• Beneath the sea, blind creatures live within the deep,
• The bird who sits upon the bough sings all his songs for me;
• Bow down, O Death, whose claws are dull as knobs,

C

• A child is born, and he has never seen the earth,
• A child is tiny, helpless when he leaves the womb,
• A child will pout, nose red and eyes all wet,
• Come with me; see the smoke, ascending to the sky;
• Comes now the rain! the flower sang unto the sky,
• Confined and trapped, an animal without a route
• A cup can simply hold a glass of finest wine,

D

• The day that we were born, the long defeat began;
• Dear love! what things we've seen! what trials we have endured!
• Does bird puff out his feathers as the winter nears
• Do we congratulate a man for being born,
• Do you remember what you ask'd me, friend?

E

• An endless winter covers all the eye can see,
• Enthusiasm is a fire
• Eternal struggle! Beating waves upon the coast

F

• Fair time's a fickle mistress for a mortal man;
• Fell plague infects the roses; blooming soft and fair,
• A fire will burn as long as fuel
• The first warm day in spring, the tulips rise,
• A flash of shimm'ring red flits to a nearby tree
• The flow of great Niagara fills Ontario,
• For countless ages turns the world about the sun,
• For long the darkness, thick and brutal, clouds the world,
• For twice a thousand years, we've search'd the depths and sky,
• From constant, endless struggle comes eternal peace,
• From tough but tender rosette rooted in the field

H

• Hear! A herald of the hunger that haunts us,
• Hear! For a song of the circle I sing,
• Hear! for the lament of him who is lost
• Hear! The herald of him now speaks
• The horse is mad; and yet I still cannot dismount,
• How can we ever hope to fill our desperate breasts,
• How do I love thee? Let me count the many ways;

I

• I hide within the woods; the treetops shelter me,
• I hold aloft my candle; fragile light
• I look upon the ant; he seems so small!
• I look up skyward, see the blackest depths of night,
• I saw a cup fill'd to the brim with water clear,
• I see trees with their root plungéd deep in the land
• I tie the cord; I bind myself with knots of five
• I see the spinning stars and worlds in th' crystal sky,
• In darkness do we live; eternal night
• In spring new life arises, splendid, green, and young;
• In spring the red's a sign of life upon the tree,
• In the still of the night
• Is the goldfish not happy, afloat in his bowl, with a universe all of his own?

J

• Just as we see the growth from tiny seed

L

• The lady cardinal hides her lustrous, fiery plume
• The lady stands upon the earth, her face aglow,
• The leaves begin to turn to ruddy orange and brown,
• Let all men wear the purple as the sky goes dark
• Like castles made of sand, enthusiasm stands,

M

• A man may fight great battles 'gainst his countless foes,
• A man walks from the mists of time; his dusty feet
• 'Midst fields of green and brown arises sunny joy,
• My chamber towers high; my ceiling sees the sun,
• My little girl ran by me, wailing like a torch

N

• A nightmare neverending, like a knotted noose
• Not as the deer pursues the quiet spring
• Not as a man grows old does it grow old; oh, no;

O

• O elixir of life! Without which nothing lives! and which flows through our flesh and our veins!
• O father! turn not back! but lead us to the East!
• O Lady Poverty, who through this lengthy fast
• O rex magne imperator!
• O sing in me, St. John, and make my voice to sing
• O the winter! Can winter be healthy? Can winter provide what the warmer months can't?
• Often in my prayers I wonder
• Oh, the long, rocky road back to Eden is full of the snares and the troubles of life,
• Our souls are lidded vessels, made of clearest glass,
• O Zion! have we all to Babylon returned

P

• A potent power sits beneath the auto's hood;
• The purest wool is ruined by the smallest stain,
• Purge all the stinking filth, the ruin'd and the dead,
• Pursue the sun! It rises, red, into the sky,

R

• Rejoice, young man! for thou shalt die,
• A river flows along its worn and well-tread path;

S

• Sing alleluia! for the dove awash in flame
• The small enormity that every crib contains,
• The snow's a blanket made of crystal, clean and cold,
• So many months has life been down beneath the ground
• St. John, please sing in me, and place thy voice in me
• The sun arose, red disc in sickly world,

T

• There's a fog over all
• The tide will ebb and flow, and twice a day will rise
• Time's like a river which has flow'd for countless years,
• To delve into the water is the way to live,
• To work, to fight, to die; this is the way to life,
• The trees stand side by side, a man between the two

U

• Uncountable are all the things which make a man,
• Uncounted creatures gather under mighty limbs,

W

• We are children, all helpless, unable to walk or to speak as we weep in distress,
• We put him in the ground, and there he ever lies;
• What marvels have we seen in these, the latter days!
• What so few months before now made us glad and warm—
• When a beautiful flower arises and blooms in the sunny, clean air of the spring,
• When an Indian makes his canoe, he must first fell a tree of great age and great girth,
• When buds emerge from twigs and open into leaves
• When night is darkest, then it is that sun will rise
• When sun has travell'd south as far as it can go,
• When two are join'd to one, an angel sings a song;
• When young it covers nothing, shades itself
• Where now the horseman who used to ride here?
• With the tenderest love does the mothering bird take good care of her helpless young brood,
• A woman who has borne a child has made a world,
• The world has webs beyond our merely mortal lore;
• The worst of days! the day on which the world was broke,