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…
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…
Lord, the Roman hyacinths are blo… The winter sun creeps by the snow… The stubborn season has made stand… My life is light, waiting for the… Like a feather on the back of my h…
The Lord in His wisdom made the f… And then forgot to tell us why.
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…
Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in th… And one of them put me off my aim By hailing cheerily “Hit them har… I knew pretty well why he had drop…
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…
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…
Hues of the rich unfolding morn, That, ere the glorious sun be born… By some soft touch invisible Around his path are taught to swel… Thou rustling breeze so fresh and…
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, that is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost
“O who can ever gaze his fill,” Farmer and fisherman say, “On native shore and local hill, Grudge aching limb or callus on th… Father, grandfather stood upon thi…
“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
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…
Arms and the girl I sing - O rare arms that are braceleted and white… arms that were lovely Helen’s, in… Greek slaughtered Trojan. Helen w… Scape-nanny call her; wars for tur…
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…
‘And Ireland, like a bastinadoed… kneeling to receive the paltry rid… Ere the daughter of Brunswick is… And her ashes still float to their… Lo! George the triumphant speeds…
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, in… you, if possible through the skin like a cool plant’s tricks with ox…
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime.
Fat, black, slick, galloping in the pitch of the waves, in the pearly fields of the sea,
Some say love’s a little boy, And some say it’s a bird, Some say it makes the world go aro… Some say that’s absurd, And when I asked the man next—doo…
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
If I were called in To construct a religion I should make use of water. Going to church Would entail a fording
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
Be infinitesimal under that sky, a… even the sailing hawk misses, a wr… among the rocks where the mist par… Recall the way mere mortals are ov… by circumstance, how great reputat…
La imagen de aquel pueblo lapidado y execrado, inmortal en su agonía, en las negras vigilias lo atraía con una suerte de terror sagrado. Bebió como quien bebe un hondo vin…
Don’t bother me. I’ve just been born. The butterfly’s loping flight carries it through the country of…
Whether he will go on singing or not, knowing what he knows of the horror of this world: He was not wandering among meadows all this time. He was down there
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…