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I'll Tell You How the Sun Rose
The Road Not Taken
Woman's Question
The Lost Thought
(Lover Abandons Him for Another)

The Son
Yon Prié
I Love You
Soul Flood
Missing You At Night

Emily Dickinson
Langston Hughes
Emily Dickinson
Robert Frost
Emily Dickinson
Lena Lathrop
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
ee cummings
ee cummings
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Brendan Blowers
Brendan Blowers
Brendan Blowers
Brendan Blowers
Brendan Blowers
Brendan Blowers
Brendan Blowers


I’ll Tell You How the Sun Rose

Emily Dickinson


I’ll tell you how the sun rose—

A ribbon at a time.

The steeples swam in amethyst,

The news like squirrels ran.


The hills untied their bonnets,

The bobolinks begun.

Then I said softly to myself,

“That must have been the sun!”


But how he set, I know not.

There seemed a purple stile

Which little yellow boys and girls

Were climbing all the while


Till when they reached the other side,

A dominie in gray

Put gently up the evening bars,

And led the flock away.



Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.


Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.



Emily Dickinson


Who needs alcohol?:


I taste a liquor never brewed,

From tankards scooped in pearl;

Not all the vats upon the Rhine

Yield such an alcohol!


Inebriate of air am I,

And debauchee of dew,

Reeling, through endless summer days,

From inns of molten blue.


When landlords turn the drunken bee

Out of the foxglove’s door,

When butterflies renounce their drams,

I shall but drink the more!


Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,

And saints to windows run,

To see the little tippler

Leaning against the sun!


The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.



Emily Dickinson


Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,


And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.


I’ve heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.


A Woman’s Question

By Lena Lathrop


Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing

Ever made by the Hand above?

A woman’s heart, and a woman’s life—

And a woman’s wonderful love.


Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing

As a child might ask for a toy?

Demanding what others have died to win,

With the reckless dash of a boy.


You have written my lesson of duty out,

Manlike, you have questioned me.

Now I stand at the bars of my woman’s soul

Until I shall question thee.


You require your mutton shall always be hot,

Your socks and your shirt be whole;

I require your heart be true as God’s stars

And pure as His heaven your soul.


You require a cook for your mutton and beef,

I require a far greater thing;

A seamstress you’re wanting for socks and shirts—

I look for a man and a king.


A king for the beautiful realm called Home,

And a man that his Maker, God,

Shall look upon as He did on the first

And say: “It is very good.”


I am fair and young, but the rose may fade

From this soft young cheek one day;

Will you love me then ‘mid the falling leaves,

As you did ‘mong the blossoms of May?


Is your heart an ocean so strong and true,

I may launch my all on its tide?

A loving woman finds heaven or hell

On the day she is made a bride.


I require all things that are grand and true,

All things that a man should be;

If you give this all, I would stake my life

To be all you demand of me.


If you cannot be this, a laundress and cook

You can hire and little to pay;

But a woman’s heart and a woman’s life

Are not to be won that way.






The Lost Thought

Emily Dickinson

I felt a cleaving in my mind

    As if my brain had split;

I tried to match it, seam by seam,

    But could not make them fit.


The thought behind I strove to join

    Unto the thought before,

But sequence raveled out of reach

    Like balls upon a floor.



Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.



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By e.e. cummings


Dying is fine)but Death






wouldn’t like


Death if Death




when(instead of stopping to think)you


begin to feel of it,dying

‘s miraculous



cause dying is


perfectly natural;perfectly


it mildly lively(but




is strictly


& artificial &

evil & legal)


we thank thee


almighty for dying


(forgive us,o life!the sin of Death


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(Lover abandons him for another)

by e.e. cummings


it may not always be so; and i say

that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch

another’s, and your dear strong fingers clutch

his heart, as mine in time not far away;

if on another’s face your sweet hair lay

in such silence as i know, or such

great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,

stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;


if this should be, i say if this should be—

you of my heart, send me a little word;

that i may go unto him, and take his hands,

saying, Accept all happiness from me.

Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird

sing terribly afar in the lost lands.


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by e.e. cummings


the moon is hiding in

her hair.



of heaven

full of dreams,

draws down.


cover her briefness in singing

close her with intricate faint birds

by daisies and twilights

Deepen her,



upon her


the rain’s


pearls singly-whispering.


The Son

By Brendan

December 1999


The Son gives us light


The Son shines down on us

his love


The Son governs the day


The Son will be your everlasting light


The Son warms all

and gently comforts the lost


The Son melts away the ice

y cold


The Son shuns away all darkness.


The Son went down

so we could rise

The Son has set

us free


The Son has risen

from the dead


The Son resides in the heavens



Yon priè

By Brendan Blowers

March 13, 2000


Jezu souplé kinbe-m nan min-ou konsa ou kinbe lemonde.


Antoure mwen avec lamour nan bra-ou. Gidé rout-mwen, kontwole lavi-m, é dirije panse-m selma avec ou Testaman.


M rinmin ou avec tout nâm-mwen, fé pityé su mwen, Seigneur.

Jesus please hold me in your hands like you hold the world.


Surround me with love in your arms. Guide my paths, control my life, and direct my thoughts only with your Word.


I love you with all my soul. Have mercy on me, Jesus.



I Love You

By Brendan Blowers

I love you, sweet child

Let your passions run wild

On the prairies of time

Voyage through this rhyme


Entranced by your eyes

Young doves on the sunrise

Over oceans I’ll soar

Unconstrained forevermore


Soul Flood

By Brendan Blowers

Your eyes soothe my soul

like gentle droplets of rain

they cleanse my confusion

and clear my tormented mind.


They wash away the grime of life,

Your eyes coolly wisp away the turmoil,

they touch me gently all over

and delicately caress my pained soul.


Your eyes are like rain,

they bring life and growth to this weary traveler,

as he looks into them he sees love pouring

down into the ocean, millions of droplets silenced by the sea.

The traveler opens his parched mouth to drink of your eyes,

they flow over and through him like water,

soothing every ache and fulfilling every longing.


In one moment the river of your eyes

flows throughout his body, and he is replenished.

Now clean and invigorated, the traveler continues on

his way to spread the cooling rain from his eyes to every

lonesome soul he meets.


How fortunate am I beyond measure,

to drink of your life-giving spring.

For unlike the traveler, I reside here with you.

I drink of your eyes whenever I wish,

And you have the ocean of mine.


The gentle rain from your eyes melds with the flow of love from mine,

and our feelings, emotions, and soul pour out from us

and form a lake of passion,

golden and glittering of gems and sunlight.


For everything good and right and happy in my eyes

results from the graceful and delicate love from yours.

And I see that the sparkles of rain in your eyes

reveal your submission and deep care me and for us,



We are inseparable, mixed and churned together in a lovely pool of desire for each other.

We coexist, as the rain in your eyes depends on me

as the spark of love in mine depends on you,

and so on.


We have completed a cycle of infinite passion,

as neither can stop loving the other,

nor can we possibly give more than what is already streaming from us.


And so I drink of your eyes,

as you taste of mine,

and we mesh and mold together and experience the heights of heaven,

the climax of perfect love,

all in one single moment of looking at each other…


            On Life

[By Brendan Blowers            June 12, 2000]

Savor the air

absorb vivacity

            Relish the moment

Behold the horizons of imagination

            Live life.



[By Brendan Blowers August 9, 2000]

The sun was gorgeous on the smooth glassy lake,

It was distorted by small bugs and the ripples they make.

The pine trees stretched heavenward and swayed gently in the breeze

The streamers of hue were reflected on the calm waters’ peace.

But the water became rough from the waves at my dock,

I looked backwards to see what made it rock.

Lo and behold it was humans, yes them,

They had come to destroy the smooth sparkling gem.


They chattered and babbled to add to the noise

The music blared as hollered the boys,

Their ruckus had killed the beautiful picture

As I was awakened from my medative fixture.


They’re so busy with their lives

Overlooking the vivid gift of beauty

They fail to stop and appreciate God’s joy revealed,

They are drowned in frisbees, stuff, and the world’s deal.


They’re so busy trying to live life, that they look past the unleashed beauty that our Creator has given them at that very moment.



Missing You at Night

By Brendan Blowers (August 2000)


I lay here and gaze at the stars shining bright,

and wonder what you are doing tonight.

Do you miss me at all as I’m thinking of you,

Please don’t forget me, whatever you do.


The pinpoints of light bring a thought to my mind,

The thousands of miles do not our love bind.

Diamonds I see spread in an array,

Make up the same sky that shines where you lay.


My heart is softened by this reassuring thought,

Affected by distance, our love is not.

My love is as strong here as it is there,

until I return you are in God’s care.