I. My face resembles your faceless and less each day. When I was youngno one mistook whose child I was.Features build coloringalone among my creamy fine-***** sistersmarked me Byron’s daughter.…
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I didn’t go to church today,I trust the Lord to understand.The surf was swirling blue and white,The children swirling on the sand.He knows, He knows how brief my stay,How brief…
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the MiddleIs not WorriedHe knows his KarmaIs not buried But his Karma,Unknown to him,May end – Which is Nirvana Wild MenWho…
Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress?Holds earth aught—speak truth—above her? Aught like this tress, see, and this tress,And this last fairest tress of…
Man was made of social earth,Child and brother from his birth;Tethered by a liquid cordOf blood through veins of kindred poured,Next his heart the fireside bandOf mother, father, sister, stand;Names…
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start. People dress and go…
What if this present were the world’s last night?Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell,The picture of Christ crucified, and tellWhether that countenance can thee affright,Tears in…
If I could have your arms tonight—But half the world and the broken seaLie between you and me. The autumn rain reverberates in the courtyard,Beating all night against the barren…
You know the bloom, unearthly white,That none has seen by morning light-The tender moon, alone, may bareIts beauty to the secret air.Who’d venture past its dark retreatMust kneel, for holy…
It was the silver, heart-enveloping view Of the mysterious sea-line far away, Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day, That made it dear and beautiful to you. And Laura loved…
I Who would beA mermaid fair,Singing alone,Combing her hairUnder the sea,In a golden curlWith a comb of pearl,On a throne? II I would be a mermaid fair;I would sing to…
Once more the cauldron of the sun Smears the bookcase with winy red,And here my page is, and there my bed,And the apple-tree shadows travel along.Soon their intangible track will…
Bajo las rotas columnas,entre la nada y el sueno,cruzan mis horas insomneslas silabas de tu nombre.Tu largo pelo rojizo,relampago del verano,vibra con dulce violenciaen la espalda de la noche.Corriente oscura…
The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness Ready and poised to wax or wane;A fire of pale desire in incompleteness, Tending to pleasure or to pain:–Lo, while we gaze she…
Lays of Mystery,Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,And each damp thing that creeps and crawlsWent wobble-wobble on the walls. Faint odours of departed cheese,Blown…
An upright abutment in the mouthof the Willis Avenue bridgea beige Honda leaps the dividerlike a steel gazelle inescapablesleek leather boots on the pavementrat-a-tat-tat best intentionsgoing down for the third…
How wise I am to have instructed the butlerto instruct the first footman to instruct the secondfootman to instruct the doorman to order my carriage;I am about to volunteer a…
I As I ride, as I ride,With a full heart for my guide,So its tide rocks my side,As I ride, as I ride,That, as I were double-eyed,He, in whom our…
Describe fires in riverbottomsand, and the cooking;the cooking of hot dogsspitted in whittled sticksover flames of woodfirewith grease dropping in smoketo brown and blackenthe salty hotdogs,and the wine,and the work…
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,And marching single in an endless file,Bring diadems and ****** in their hands.To each they offer gifts after his will,Bread,…
To what purpose, April, do you return again?Beauty is not enough.You can no longer quiet me with the rednessOf little leaves opening stickily.I know what I know.The sun is hot…
Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through,For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)
Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me to-night? Shadowed by the spreading mango, Nodding o’er the rippling…
