We will never walk again As we used to walk at night,Watching our shadows lengthen Under the gold street-light When the snow was new and white. We will never walk…
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Razors pain you;Rivers are damp;Acids stain you;And drugs cause cramp.Guns aren’t lawful;Nooses give;Gas smells awful;You might as well live.
My spirit will not haunt the moundAbove my breast,But travel, memory-possessed,To where my tremulous being foundLife largest, best. My phantom-footed shape will goWhen nightfall graysHither and thither along the waysI…
And with that shebegan nursing her child again, singing a sort oflullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a vio lent shake at the end of every…
Moon marked and touched by sunmy magic is unwrittenbut when the sea turns backit will leave my shape behind.I seek no favoruntouched by bloodunrelenting as the curse of lovepermanent as…
Birds singing in the dark—Rainy dawn.
This is my play’s last scene; here heavens appointMy pilgrimage’s last mile; and my race,Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace,My span’s last inch, my minute’s latest point;And gluttonous…
I find it very difficult to enthuse Over the current news. Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it…
All yesterday it poured, and all night long I could not sleep; the rain unceasing beat Upon the shingled roof like a weird song, Upon the grass like running children’s…
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done,Any day you’ll find her A-sunning in the sun! It’s long after midnight Her key’s in the lock,And you never see her chimney smoke Till…
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He watches from his mountain walls,And…
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun;Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk;At rich men’s tables eaten bread and pulse;Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of…
An Old Story I It was roses, roses, all the way,With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,A…
Roses on a brier, Pearls from out the bitter sea,Such is earth’s desire;;However pure it be. Neither bud nor brier,;;Neither pearl nor brine for me:Be stilled, my long desire;;;There shall be…
Con un trozo de carboncon mi gis roto y mi lapiz rojodibujar tu nombreel nombre de tu bocael signo de tus piernasen la pared de nadieEn la puerta prohibidagrabar el…
If there is any life when death is over, These tawny beaches will know much of me,I shall come back, as constant and as changeful As the unchanging, many-colored sea.…
If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide;If cool my heart and high my head, I think, “How lucky are the dead!”
I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afarFrom rail-track and from highway, and I heardIn field and farmstead many an ancient wordOf local lineage like “Thu bist,” “Er war,”“Ich woll,” “Er…
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous to her sister-art Music? The Diluter gives us first a…
The great hanging weak **** of Indiaon the map The Fingernail of MalayaThe Wall of ChinaThe KoreaTi-Pousse ThumbThe Salamander Japanthe Okinawa Moon SpotThe PacificThe Back of Hawaiian MountainscoconutsKines, balconies, Ah…
I However the image entersits force remains withinmy eyesrockstrewn caves where dragonfish evolvewild for life, relentless and acquisitivelearning to survivewhere there is no foodmy eyes are always hungryand rememberinghowever the…
One would be in less dangerFrom the wiles of a strangerIf one’s own kin and kithWere more fun to be with.
I must not gaze at them although Your eyes are dawning day; I must not watch you as you go Your sun-illumined way; I hear but I must never heed…
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debtTo Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,And her soul early into heaven ravished,Wholly on heavenly things my mind…
