lost... looking into your profound-peacefu… two moons with their rings: with their falls and their rises, like mysterious birds:
The apes yawn and adore their flea… The parrots shriek as if they were… Like cheap tarts to attract the st… Fatigued with indolence, tiger and… Lie still as the sun. The boa-con…
The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address… Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them.
Up, black, striped and demasked li… At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tai… Paraded the skunk. Night after ni… I expected her like a visitor. The refrigerator whinnied into sil…
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
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…
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev’ning star That shone through the plate glass… From over Leamington Spa Beside her the lonely crochet
A smile, a word, so softly shared, A fleeting moment that showed you… A seed of hope, in hearts it shows… Where kindness leads, kindness gro… One gentle hand to lift a fall,
WE’ RE foot—slog—slog—slog—slogg… Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin’ over… (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up… There’s no discharge in the war! Seven—six—eleven—five—nine—an’—twe…
Abstraction is an old story with the philosophers, but it has been like a new toy in the hands of the artists of our day. Why can’t we have any one quality of poetry we choose by itself...
The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.
When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the bramb… nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching
Make no mistake: if He rose at al… it was as His body; if the cells’ dissolution did not… reknit, the amino acids rekindle, the Church will fall.
All I know is a door into the dar… Outside, old axles and iron hoops… Inside, the hammered anvil’s short… The unpredictable fantail of spark… Or hiss when a new shoe toughens i…
The word became flesh Hosanna welcome peacemaker not a warrior on a donkey ride Greeting palms along the way
On the sheep-cropped summit, under… The mouse crouched, staring out th… It dared not take. Time and a world Too old to alter, the five mile pr…
Candy Is Dandy But liquor Is quicker.
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…
The dog loved its churlish life, Scraps, thefts. Itsdeclined blood An anarchy of mindless pride. Nobody’s pet, but good enough To double with a bitch as poor.
The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering
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…
I thought it would last my time— The sense that, beyond the town, There would always be fields and f… Where the village louts could clim… Such trees as were not cut down;
You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed me. I was obedient, but
Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,
To step over the low wall that div… Road from concrete walk above the… Brings sharply back something know… The miniature gaiety of seasides. Everything crowds under the low ho…
At this moment in time, we’d like to invite First Class passengers only to board the aircraft. We now extend our invitation to Exclusive, Superior, Privilege and Excelsior members, foll...
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…
When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,
The useless dawn finds me in a des… Nights are proud waves; darkblue t… Nights have a habit of mysterious… The surge, that night, left me the… and odd ends: some hated friends t…
look again pancakes mile high golden Belgian waffles diner string lights come sit half pound double burger
Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.
The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open
On the grass when I arrive, Filling the stillness with life, But ready to scare off At the very first wrong move. In the ivy when I leave.
I have not ever seen my father’s g… Not that his judgment eyes have been forgotten nor his great hands’ print on our evening doorknobs
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
There are similarities I notice: that the hills which the eyes make flat as a wall… together, open as I move to let me through; become
Blue and gold ascending Bright blue beads braided strung together love infused interests purposes likes in order always the same aspirations –excel…
We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…
I come from a musical place Where they shoot me for my song And my brother has been tortured By my brother in my land. I come from a beautiful place
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
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…
Don’t bother me. I’ve just been born. The butterfly’s loping flight carries it through the country of…
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...
I thought that I could not be hur… I thought that I must surely be impervious to suffering— immune to pain or agony.
A timeless image; a balcony with an ocean; or a prairie full of stars. It doesn’t matter where we are. A garden full of roses;
The pig, if I am not mistaken; Supplies us sausage, ham, and baco… Let others say his heart is big— I call it stupid of the pig.
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…
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…
Showers and Flowers Punxsy Phil still napping In his den since saying We’re in for more snow days Six more weeks of cold daze
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,
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…
It was beautiful as God must be beautiful: glacial eyes that had looked on violence and come to terms with it; a body too huge
Unbiased at least he was when he a… Having never set eyes on the land… Between two peoples fanatically at… With their different diets and inc… “Time,” they had briefed him in L…
There was a young lady of Niger Who smiled as she rode on a tiger; They returned from the ride With the lady inside, And the smile on the face of the t…
When my dreams showed signs of becoming politically correct no unruly images escaping beyond borders
An escape from the pain Someplace soft to fall When the world knocks me down And the ground is hard. Decorated by the hearts
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous henyard
My stick fingers click with a snic… And, chuckling, they knuckle the k… Light-footed, my steel feelers fli… And pluck from these keys melodies… My paper can caper; abandon
It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration To the trees’ shoulders, braiding… Of the boughs with gold; a bird pr…
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