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…
I was six when I first saw kitten… Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the sc… Into a bucket; a frail metal sound… Soft paws scraping like mad. But… Was soon soused. They were slung…
My fancies are fireflies, — Specks of living light twinkling in the dark. he voice of wayside pansies, that do not attract the careless g…
she walked into the room to rouse him from his sleep nudged and kissed him, got him ready for the trip on the coastal highway
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
Whose woods these are I think I k… His house is in the village, thoug… He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with sn… My little horse must think it quee…
On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime.
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
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…
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
It is December in Wicklow: Alders dripping, birches Inheriting the last light, The ash tree cold to look at. A comet that was lost
Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts,
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
To whom I owe the leaping delight That quickens my senses in our wak… And the rhythm that governs the re… the breathing in unison. Of lovers whose bodies smell of ea…
The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest
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…
Seated after breakfast In this white-tiled cabin Arabs call the House where Everybody goes, Even melancholics
Fat, black, slick, galloping in the pitch of the waves, in the pearly fields of the sea,
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
Not quite four a.m., when the rapt… strikes me from sleep, and I rise from the comfortable bed and go to another room, where my books ar… in their neat and colorful rows. H…
In the quiet theater of the soul,… Stands a warrior, unyielding, bene… The clamor of the crowd is but a w… As he confronts the unknown, his h… The battle’s won, the gloves remov…
over the rainbow the wind took a turn blowing through the trees rustling ground to top quiver caught me unaware
Flames from out of crimson cannons… and warriors atop their purple ste… wars of the heated days coming to… in colors of the sun and evening’s… with proud sunsets flaunting their…
A crowded ballroom, their eyes enc… Magnetic attraction at the first g… Flirtatious looks while with other… Gazillion blips in the Geiger cou… The end of the night, he quickly s…
Debo a la conjunción de un espejo y de una enciclopedia el descubrimiento de Uqbar. El espejo inquietaba el fondo de un corredor en una quinta de la calle Gaona, en Ramos Mejía; la enci...
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole… I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance
Don’t bother me. I’ve just been born. The butterfly’s loping flight carries it through the country of…
Being set on the idea Of getting to Atlantis, You have discovered of course Only the Ship of Fools is Making the voyage this year,
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you… By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no…
Men say the world is full of fear… And all life’s ripening harvest—fi… The restless sickle of relentless… But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that… When from the climbing terraces of…