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…
A shilling life will give you all… How Father beat him, how he ran a… What were the struggles of his you… Made him the greatest figure of hi… Of how he fought, fished, hunted,…
Let me tell you a little story About Miss Edith Gee; She lived in Clevedon Terrace At number 83. She’d a slight squint in her left…
You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed me. I was obedient, but
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 Maoris are a mighty race—the… Before the missionaries came they… They went to war and fought like f… They pacified their conquered foes… But now-a-days about the pahs in i…
El poniente impecable en esplendor… quebró a filo de espada las distan… Suave como un sauzal está la noche… Rojos chisporrotean los remolinos de las bruscas hogue…
I thought that I could not be hur… I thought that I must surely be impervious to suffering— immune to pain or agony.
a wonderful feeling to own cognizant of the fact that we are in the final chapter of our life
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feat… I do not expect a miracle Or an accident
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I tripped on my shoelace And I fell up— Up to the roof tops, Up over the town, Up past the tree tops,
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
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
Was it a dreame, or did I see it… a goodly table of pure yvory: all spred with iuncats, fit to ent… the greatest Prince with pompous r… Mongst which there in a siluer dis…
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…
Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,
They knew each other from a very y… very close friends from early chil… Life for these two was page after… playing together whenever they cou… Well as they grew older it was qui…
Though victory’s proof of the skil… Defeat is the proof of your grit; A weakling can smile in his days o… But at trouble’s first sign he wil… So the test of the heart and the t…
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
Tightly-folded bud, I have wished you something None of the others would: Not the usual stuff About being beautiful,
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Eyes are the windows to the soul Is that why they are called blinds… To blind the world of our messes Our distresses as we distrust. To hide from judgement, expectatio…
In the vast expanse of existence,… searching for a soul that resonate… We yearn for a connection that tra… a bond that is forged in the depth… Like a compass seeking true north,…
When I am sad and weary When I think all hope has gone When I walk along High Holborn I think of you with nothing on
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
I see you drinking at a fountain w… blue hands, no, your hands are not… they are small, and the fountain i… where you wrote me that last lette… I answered and never heard from yo…
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…
Bring me to the blasted oak That I, midnight upon the stroke, (All find safety in the tomb.) May call down curses on his head Because of my dear Jack that’s de…
Once I am sure there’s nothing go… I step inside, letting the door th… Another church: matting, seats, an… And little books; sprawlings of fl… For Sunday, brownish now; some br…