Now they are no longer any trouble to each other he can turn things over, get down… of things that never happened, all… unfinishable business.
It is this great absence that is like a presence, that comp… me to address it without hope of a reply. It is a room I enter from which someone has just
It’s easy to fight when everything… And you’re mad with the thrill and… It’s easy to cheer when victory’s… And wallow in fields that are gory… It’s a different song when everyth…
There’s little in taking or giving… There’s little in water or wine; This living, this living, this liv… Was never a project of mine. Oh, hard is the struggle, and spar…
there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not goi… to let anybody see
I see the words forming then breaking– remaking sentences that once made sense now nonsense, wispy tendrilled clouds of dissipating incense,
Entre las hojas de laurel, marchit… de la corona vieja, que en lo alto de mi lecho suspend… un triunfo no alcanzado me recuerd… una araña ha formado
And the traveller hopes: “Let me… Physician”; and the ports have nam… The citiless, the corroding, the s… And North means to all: “Reject”. And the great plains are for ever…
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…
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…
Rivers need the rain to start the… and lovers need other lovers to gr… Words are like lovers that long fo… on a search for their hidden selve… to become intimate and melt into t…
TRUE!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them. Above all was the...
Stop all the clocks, cut off the t… Prevent the dog from barking with… Silence the pianos and with muffle… Bring out the coffin, let the mour… Let aeroplanes circle moaning over…
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…
“And will you cut a stone for him, To set above his head? And will you cut a stone for him— A stone for him?” she said. Three days before, a splintered ro…
Unhappy about some far off things That are not my affair, wandering Along the coast and up the lean ri… I saw in the evening The stars go over the lonely ocean…
Let others pray for the passenger… the dodo, the whooping crane, the… everyone must specialize I will confine myself to a meditat… upon the giant tortoises
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
Meditation is old and honorable, s… not sit, every morning of my life,… looking into the shining world? Be… attended to, delight, as well as h… Can one be passionate about the ju…
Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun
Where the three magenta Breakwaters take the shove And suck of the grey sea To the left, and the wave Unfists against the dun
Our earth in 1969 Is not the planet I call mine, The world, I mean, that gives me… To hold off chaos at arm’s length. My Eden landscapes and their clim…
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
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…
Some say the world will end in fir… Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if I had to perish twice,
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice—
Trying to understand the words Uttered on all sides by birds, I recognize in what I hear Noises that betoken fear. Thought some of them, I’m certain…
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
We meet and part now over all the… we, the lost company, take hands together in the night,… the night in our brief happiness,… We, who sought many things, throw…
On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime.