Stop all the clocks, cut off the t… Prevent the dog from barking with… Silence the pianos and with muffle… Bring out the coffin, let the mour… Let aeroplanes circle moaning over…
In the quiet of the night, under the soft glow of moonlight, One truth remains, dark and unyiel… in the inexorable passage of time. “When all is said and done,” whisp…
I had for my winter evening walk— No one at all with whom to talk, But I had the cottages in a row Up to their shining eyes in snow. And I thought I had the folk with…
songs of our soul around us in the sacred moments of our solit… our loneliness soothing sounds we hear from our h…
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
I was six when I first saw kitten… Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the sc… Into a bucket; a frail metal sound… Soft paws scraping like mad. But… Was soon soused. They were slung…
watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
There’s a whisper down the line at… When the Night Mail’s ready to de… Saying “Skimble where is Skimble… We must find him or the train can’… All the guards and all the porters…
Being told I would be expected to talk here, I inquired what sort of talk I ought to make. They said it should be something suitable to youth-something didactic, instructive, or somethi...
I can feel the tug of the halter at the nape of her neck, the wind on her naked front. It blows her nipples
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,
I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade:
Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.
I want to relive That moment why? An eighth grader I watched her A full brown
Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to s...
...dedicated to the country of Ukr… verses of peace the poetry of love nurtured in our heart longing to be born to be with the truth at all times
Celestial seduction Space immortals of light Come together like before Eternally from chaos darkness Fiery explosions of gaseous rocks
Endowed with bountiful natural res… Tourists’ magnet, enchanting live… Hospitable to foreigners, a haven… Intangible and tangible heritages,… Origin of mankind, coffee
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
Pausing a moment ere the day was d… While yet the earth was scintillan… I backward glanced. From valley,… At intervals, where my life-path h… Rose cross on cross; and nailed up…
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true,
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
We sit indoors and talk of the col… And every gust that gathers streng… Is a threat to the house. But the… We think of the tree. If it never… We’ll know, we say, that this was…
Que la antigua tiniebla se agrande… Que de la porcelana cóncava mane e… Que los bélicos “crackers” retumbe… Que el incendio de un leño haga il… Que el tempestuoso fuego, que agre…
Twas love at first sight Or Cupid’s dart gone astray Tis not a cliché Yes, they fell head over heels Shared attraction unreal
Carry her over the water, And set her down under the tree, Where the culvers white all days a… And the winds from every quarter, Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeab…
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing