When I too long have looked upon your face,Wherein for me a brightness unobscuredSave by the mists of brightness has its place,And terrible beauty not to be endured,I turn away…
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There is a motionless treethere is another that moves forward a river of treespounds at my chest The green swellof good fortune You are dressed in red you arethe seal of the burning…
Loud without the wind was roaringThrough th’autumnal sky;Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring,Spoke of winter nigh.All too like that dreary eve,Did my exiled spirit grieve.Grieved at first, but grieved not…
“May be true what I had heard,Earth’s a howling wildernessTruculent with fraud and force,”Said I, strolling through the pastures,And along the riverside.Caught among the blackberry vines,Feeding on the Ethiops sweet,Pleasant…
By the time you swear you’re his,;;Shivering and sighing,And he vows his passion is;;Infinite, undying –Lady, make a note of this:;;One of you is lying.
I have a horse – a ryghte good horse –Ne doe Y envye thoseWho scoure ye playne yn headye courseTyll soddayne on theyre noseThey lyghte wyth unexpected forceYt ys –…
New Year’s Day 1:16 AMand my body is weary beyondtime to withdraw and restample room allowed me in everyone’s headbut community callsright over the thresholddrums beating through the wallschildren playing…
Many, many welcomes,February fair-maid!Ever as of old time,Solitary firstling,Coming in the cold time,Prophet of the *** time,Prophet of the May time,Prophet of the roses,Many, many welcomes,February fair-maid!
Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows! There is a subtle sweetness in the sun, The ripples on the stream’s breast gaily run, The wind more boisterously by me…
Let them think I love them more than I do,Let them think I care, though I go alone,If it lifts their pride, what is it to meWho am self-complete as…
What is pink? a rose is pinkBy the fountain’s brink.What is red? a poppy’s redIn its barley bed.What is blue? the sky is blueWhere the clouds float thro’.What is white?…
December 1899 I She sits in the tawny vapourThat the Thames-side lanes have uprolled,Behind whose webby fold-on-foldLike a waning taperThe street-lamp glimmers cold. A messenger’s knock cracks smartly,Flashed news in…
O might those sighs and tears return againInto my breast and eyes, which I have spent,That I might in this holy discontentMourn with some fruit, as I have mourned in…
I have a bone to pick with Fate.Come here and tell me, girlie,Do you think my mind is maturing late,Or simply rotted early?
-lights out-fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneousecstasy like a shot of ****** or morphine,the gland inside of my brain dischargingthe good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) asi hap-down and hold all my…
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching through Under the Andes to the Cape, Suffer no…
My handsopen the curtains of your beingclothe you in a further ******uncover the bodies of your bodyMy handsinvent another body for your body.
Love is like the wild rose-briar;Friendship like the holly-tree.The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,Its summer blossoms…
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.And what did I see I had not seen before?Only a question less or a question more;Nothing to match the…
I wish I could drink like a ladyI can take one or two at the mostThree and I’m under the tableFour and I’m under the host
The year’s at the spring,And day’s at the morn;Morning’s at seven;The hill-side’s dew-pearled;The lark’s on the wing;The snail’s on the thorn;***’s in his Heaven— All’s right with the world!
“You are old, Father william,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white;And yet you incessantly stand on your head–Do you think, at your age, it is right?…
There are so many roots to the tree of angerthat sometimes the branches shatterbefore they bear. Sitting in Nedicksthe women rally before they marchdiscussing the problematic girlsthey hire to make…
I Alphonso live and learn,Seeing nature go astern.Things deteriorate in kind,Lemons run to leaves and rind,Meagre crop of figs and limes,Shorter days and harder times.Flowering April cools and diesIn the…
