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…
Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep,
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…
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…
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…
Lord Strawberry, a nobleman, collected birds. He had the finest aviary in Europe, so large that eagles did not find it uncomfortable, so well laid out that both humming birds and snow-b...
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…
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…
“For example, what the trees do not only in lightning storms or the watery dark of a summer’s n… or under the white nets of winter but now, and now, and now—whenever
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…
I tripped on my shoelace And I fell up— Up to the roof tops, Up over the town, Up past the tree tops,
The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest
He is here, come down to look for… It is the song that calls you back… a song of joy and suffering equally: a promise: that things will be different up t…
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…
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…
My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hum… equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there t… Here the clam deep in the speckled…
Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the levelling wind.
The hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white. On this side there was no shade and no trees and the station was between two lines of rails in the sun. Close against the si...
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…
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…
My ears are battered and burned an… i have just learned that i have be… listening to the wrong radio stati… My mind has been brutalised now th… I’ve been listening to the wrong r…
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
I’m not going to cry all the time nor shall I laugh all the time, I don’t prefer one “strain” to ano… I’d have the immediacy of a bad mo… not just a sleeper, but also the b…
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…
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
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…
“Which of these films was Dirk Bo… not in? One hundredweight of bauxi… makes how much aluminium? how many tales in ‘The Decameron’… General Studies, the upper sixth,…
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like… Coral is far more red than her lip… If snow be white, why then her bre… If hairs be wires, black wires gro… I have seen roses damasked, red an…
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…
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror—sheen, The blue water—mists dropping Scrim after scrim like fishnets