That note you hold, narrowing and… Like New Orleans reflected on the… And in all ears appropriate falseh… Building for some a legendary Qua… Of balconies, flower—baskets and q…
The large cool store selling cheap… Set out in simple sizes plainly (Knitwear, Summer Casuals, Hose, In Browns and greys, maroons and… Conjures the weekday world of thos…
La imagen de aquel pueblo lapidado y execrado, inmortal en su agonía, en las negras vigilias lo atraía con una suerte de terror sagrado. Bebió como quien bebe un hondo vin…
Far... far away far... I hear and I drink The sweet songs of the cosmos The ambrosia the nectar The seasons of the universes
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead… without ever having felt sorry for…
CLXXVIII. There is a pleasure in the pathles… There is a rapture on the lonely s… There is society where none intrud… By the deep Sea, and music in its…
Being set on the idea Of getting to Atlantis, You have discovered of course Only the Ship of Fools is Making the voyage this year,
No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere
Desinformémonos hermanos tan objetivamente como podamos desinformémonos con unción y sobre todo con disciplina
No– I did not take a nap – The nap– took– me off the bed and out the window far beyond the sea, to a land where sleepy heads
They fuck you up, your mum and dad… They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they… And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their t…
I don’t mind eels Except as meals. And the way they feels.
My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…
When you plunged The light of Tuscany wavered And swung through the pool From top to bottom. I loved your wet head and smashing…
Soy descendiente de Juan de Garay, fundador de la ciudad de Buenos Aires, y de Cabrera, fundador de la ciudad de Córdoba. Desciendo de conquistadores españoles y luego de soldados argen...
Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the ner… And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame
The Lord in His wisdom made the f… And then forgot to tell us why.
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling,
At The Doors Await Bullfrogs croaking in deep dark si… Courting the weeds clawed in the g… Cold tombs as long shadows drape t… Stiff fallow autumn grass burial g…
My stick fingers click with a snic… And, chuckling, they knuckle the k… Light-footed, my steel feelers fli… And pluck from these keys melodies… My paper can caper; abandon
I am small because I am a little… as old as my father is. My teacher will come and say, “It… and your books.” I shall tell him, “ Do you not kn…
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief… Is it that they are born again
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality… but the living the immortality of… Life’s errors cry for the merciful…
‘Fred, where is north?’ ‘North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.’ ‘West—running Brook then call it.… (West—Running Brook men call it t…
In the quietude of midnight’s embr… Where stars ignite and galaxies da… I seek solace in the cosmic expans… A poet’s heart yearning for grace. We are stardust, remnants of celes…
When love beckons to you follow hi… And when his wings enfold you yiel… And when he speaks to you believe… For even as love crowns you so sha… Even as he is for your growth so i…
melting into eternity it had been a wonderful life in a beautiful world a wonderful time
When you are old and grey and full… And nodding by the fire, take down… And slowly read, and dream of the… Your eyes had once, and of their s… How many loved your moments of gla…
From a magician’s midnight sleeve the radio-singers distribute all their love-songs over the dew-wet lawns. And like a fortune-teller’s
O lord, he said, Japanese women, real women, they have not forgotte… bowing and smiling closing the wounds men have made; but American women will kill you l…