Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over… It feels like eating the same small, perfect grape
When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the… to buy me, and snaps the purse shu… when death comes
On the grass when I arrive, Filling the stillness with life, But ready to scare off At the very first wrong move. In the ivy when I leave.
I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and forgotten it. But that was the… of great price, the one field that…
You would know the secret of death… But how shall you find it unless y… The owl whose night—bound eyes are… If you would indeed behold the spi… For life and death are one, even a…
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her whit… and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and str… I stand and watch her until at len…
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…
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…
1. Men’s novels are about men. Wo… Women do not usually write novels… 2. I like to read novels in which… 3. Men favor heroes who are tough… 4. Men’s novels are about how to g…
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
I thought that I could not be hur… I thought that I must surely be impervious to suffering— immune to pain or agony.
Last night our little church parti… I am not gay, but I sympathize wi… They are all disciples of God, to… When love is meant to be expressed… In church is where the flowing has…
Swerving east, from rich industria… And traffic all night north; swerv… Too thin and thistled to be called… And now and then a harsh—named hal… Workmen at dawn; swerving to solit…
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…
How will the legend of the age of… Feel, when the last tree falls in… When the concrete spreads and the… The country’s heart; when contrace… Tarmac’s laid where farm has faded…
Out in a world of death far to the… Under the sun and the moon, under… Under the glimmer of stars and the… Wan and waste and white, stretch t… Never a bud of spring, never a lau…
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts,
Come with me and you’ll be In a world of pure imagination Take a look and you’ll see Into your imagination We’ll begin with a spin
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…
The river Of my childhood, That tumbled Down a passage of rocks And cut-work ferns,
This is winter, this is night, sma… A sort of black horsehair, A rough, dumb country stuff Steeled with the sheen Of what green stars can make it to…
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
Law, say the gardeners, is the sun… Law is the one All gardeners obey To-morrow, yesterday, to-day. Law is the wisdom of the old,
Atropellados por la Pampa suelta, los raudos potros en febril disput… hacen silbar sobre la sorda ruta los huracanes en su crin revuelta. Atrás dejando la llanura envuelta
Open-mouthed, the baby god Immense, bald, though baby-headed, Cried out for the mother’s dug. The dry volcanoes cracked and spli… Sand abraded the milkless lip.
The two executioners stalk along o… Bearing two axes with heavy heads… And a long limp two—handled saw to… And so they approach the proud tre… Jackets doffed they swing axes and…
What is reality? I am a plaster doll; I pose with eyes that cut open without la… upon some shellacked and grinning… eyes that open, blue, steel, and c…
Rain patters on a sea that tilts a… Fast-running floors, collapsing in… Tower suddenly, spray-haired. Con… A wave drops like a wall: another… Wilting and scrambling, tirelessly…
I’d seen their hoofprints in the deep needles and knew they ended the long night under the pines, walking
