Grey haunted eyes, absent-mindedly… From wide, uneven orbits; one brow… Somewhat over the eye Because of a missile fragment stil… Skin-deep, as a foolish record of…
Bring me to the blasted oak That I, midnight upon the stroke, (All find safety in the tomb.) May call down curses on his head Because of my dear Jack that’s de…
‘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…
Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, that is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost
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…
Time will say nothing but I told… Time only knows the price we have… If I could tell you I would let y… If we should weep when clowns put… If we should stumble when musician…
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…
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…
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…
Abulgualid Muhámmad Ibn-Ahmad ibn-Muhámmad ibn-Rushd (un siglo tardaría ese largo nombre en llegar a Averroes, pasando por Benraist y por Avenryz, y aun por Aben-Rassad y Filius Rosadis...
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…
The Lord in His wisdom made the f… And then forgot to tell us why.
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
“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.
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…
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
Don’t bother me. I’ve just been born. The butterfly’s loping flight carries it through the country of…
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…
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…
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…
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…
“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
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…
Vacation time! How glad it seemed When as a boy I sat and dreamed Above my school books, of the fun That I should claim when toil was… And, Oh, how oft my youthful eye
Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts,
My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…
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...
Fat, black, slick, galloping in the pitch of the waves, in the pearly fields of the sea,
On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime.