and men strive with each other not for power or the accumulation of paper but in joy create for others the house, the poem, t...he game of athletic beauty.
Then washed in the brightness of the vision, I saw how in its radiance would grow and be nourished and suddenly burst into terrible and splendid bloom the blood-red flower of revolution.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a ...blood-red flower, with the colour of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ah, Sun-flower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun,... Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done: Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The blood of Abraham, God's father of the chosen, still flows in the veins of Arab, Jew, and Christian, and too much of it has bee...n spilled in grasping for the inheritance of the revered patriarch in the Middle East. The spilled blood in the Holy Land still cries out to God--an anguished cry for peace.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We as women know that there are no disembodied processes; that all history originates in human flesh; that all oppression is infli...cted by the body of one against the body of another; that all social change is built on the bone and muscle, and out of the flesh and blood, of human creators.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »