The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
There are similarities I notice: that the hills which the eyes make flat as a wall… together, open as I move to let me through; become
The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address… Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them.
Cuando se tiene un hijo, se tiene al hijo de la casa y al d… se tiene al que cabalga en el cuad… y al del coche que empuja la insti… y al niño gringo que carga la crio…
Candy Is Dandy But liquor Is quicker.
To step over the low wall that div… Road from concrete walk above the… Brings sharply back something know… The miniature gaiety of seasides. Everything crowds under the low ho…
Abstraction is an old story with t… Granted no one but a humanist much… Then there is this wildness whereo… It should be of the pleasure of a… No tears in the writer, no tears i…
The apes yawn and adore their flea… The parrots shriek as if they were… Like cheap tarts to attract the st… Fatigued with indolence, tiger and… Lie still as the sun. The boa-con…
When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,
I thought it would last my time— The sense that, beyond the town, There would always be fields and f… Where the village louts could clim… Such trees as were not cut down;
When my love swears that she is ma… I do believe her, though I know s… That she might think me some untut… Unlearned in the world’s false sub… Thus vainly thinking that she thin…
The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.
But hey daddy I’m a fuck up now a…
Tightly-folded bud, I have wished you something None of the others would: Not the usual stuff About being beautiful,
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
The pig, if I am not mistaken; Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco… Let others say his heart is big— I call it stupid of the pig.
We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…
Up, black, striped and demasked li… At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tai… Paraded the skunk. Night after ni… I expected her like a visitor. The refrigerator whinnied into sil…
Con la tarde se cansaron los dos o tres colores… Esta noche, la luna, el claro círc… no domina su espacio. Patio, cielo encauzado.
You have no enemies, you say? Alas! my friend, the boast is poor… He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have made foes! If you have…
I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. Flowers are sweet. They have short, beatific lives. They offer much pleasure. There is
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
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
QUEEN GULNAAR sat on her ivo… Around her countless treasures wer… Her chamber walls were richly inla… With agate, porphory, onyx and jad… The tissues that veiled her delica…
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off? Six days of the week it soils
Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,
When the grey lake-water rushes Past the dripping alder-bushes, And the bodeful autumn wind In the fir-tree weeps and hushes,— When the air is sharply damp
I’d seen their hoofprints in the deep needles and knew they ended the long night under the pines, walking
