Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep,
It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration To the trees’ shoulders, braiding… Of the boughs with gold; a bird pr…
“Which of these films was Dirk Bo… not in? One hundredweight of bauxi… makes how much aluminium? how many tales in ‘The Decameron’… General Studies, the upper sixth,…
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the levelling wind.
He is here, come down to look for… It is the song that calls you back… a song of joy and suffering equally: a promise: that things will be different up t…
Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun
I climbed through woods in the hou… Evil air, a frost-making stillness… Not a leaf, not a bird,— A world cast in frost. I came out… Where my breath left tortuous stat…
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like… Coral is far more red than her lip… If snow be white, why then her bre… If hairs be wires, black wires gro… I have seen roses damasked, red an…
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
I’d like to leave but daffodills to mark my little way, To leave but tulips red and white behind me as I stray; I’d like to pass away from earth
It is yours to take yourself to ta… What lies within you, belongs to n… The losses and wins, that are gain… Take yourself to task, for it is y… Be gentle as like the willow, that…
Ghost we must, seeking our lost selves, me here ~… our ghost in-between. Misty shores of virtuality glaze b… sad souls they bind in tragic unio…
A million million spermatozoa All of them alive; Out of their cataclysm but one poo… Dare hope to survive. And among that billion minus one
the Way of St James the power of faith prevailed along camino St James rough land akin to rough seas mythical argonauts sailed
Del otro lado de la puerta un homb… deja caer su corrupción. En vano elevará esta noche una plegaria a su curioso dios, que es tres, do… y se dirá que es inmortal. Ahora
Don’t bother me. I’ve just been born. The butterfly’s loping flight carries it through the country of…
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
Don’t call this world adorable, or… It’s frisky, and a theater for mor… The eyelash of lightning is neithe… The struck tree burns like a pilla… But the blue rain sinks, straight…
Scatterghost, it can’t float away. And the rain, everybody’s brother, won’t help. And the wind all these… flying like ten crazy sisters ever…
This is the place you would rather not know about, this is the place that will in hab… this is the place you cannot imagi… this is the place that will finall…
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you… By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no…
A Sonnet Their marriage is anchored on soli… Not on soft clayey mud nor shiftin… Thus able to weather the days stor… Avoid the rough seas, stay firmly…
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your kn… for a hundred miles through the de… You only have to let the soft anim… love what it loves.
a blissful gift a happy moment relish this a blissful gift in the moment joy being alive a day more
It’s the witching hour Yet my eyes still wide open Not a wink since when A dose of melatonin Perhaps I should have taken
In the quiet of my aging bones, I can sense the rain’s impending a… A symphony of ache and anticipatio… As if the clouds have confided in… My joints, weathered and wise,
DARK Angel, with thine aching lu… To rid the world of penitence: Malicious Angel, who still dost My soul such subtile violence! Because of thee, no thought, no th…
The river Of my childhood, That tumbled Down a passage of rocks And cut-work ferns,