I My love, this is the bitterest, that thouWho art all truth and who dost love me nowAs thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say— Shouldst love so…
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Give me truths,For I am weary of the surfaces,And die of inanition. If I knewOnly the herbs and simples of the wood,Rue, cinquefoil, gill, vervain, and pimpernel,Blue-vetch, and trillium, hawkweed,…
Between us now and here—Two thrown togetherWho are not wont to wearLife’s flushest feather— Who see the scenes slide past,The daytimes dimming fast,Let there be truth at last,Even if despair.…
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling safe on high, Beating their heavy wings of owlish gray.…
The south-wind bringsLife, sunshine, and desire,And on every mount and meadowBreathes aromatic fire,But over the dead he has no power,The lost, the lost he cannot restore,And, looking over the hills,…
If I were mild, and I were sweet,And laid my heart before your feet,And took my dearest thoughts to you,And hailed your easy lies as true;Were I to murmur “Yes,”…
un sauce de cristal, un chopo de agua,un alto surtidor que el viento arquea,un arbol bien plantado mas danzante,un caminar de rio que se curva,avanza, retrocede, da un rodeoy llega…
Little maidens, when you look On this little story-book, Reading with attentive eye Its enticing history, Never think that hours of play Are your only HOLIDAY, And that in a…
For the first twenty years since yesterday I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away; For forty more I fed on favors past, And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might…
I envy not in any moodsThe captive void of noble rage,The linnet born within the cage,That never knew the summer woods: I envy not the beast that takesHis license in…
A Robin said: The Spring will never come, And I shall never care to build again.A Rosebush said: These frosts are wearisome, My sap will never stir for sun or rain.The half…
My forefathers gave me My spirit’s shaken flame,The shape of hands, the beat of heart, The letters of my name. But it was my lovers, And not my sleeping sires,Who…
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?Nephews—sons mine—ah ***, I know not! Well—She, men would have to be your mother once,Old Gandolf envied me, so…
You did not come,And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.Yet less for loss of your dear presence thereThan that I thus found lacking in your makeThat high compassion…
*** had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left;Heaven was a neighbor’s house, Open to us, bereft. *** the lights of Heaven showed, And ’twas *** who walked ahead;Yet…
O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch of tender finger tips: What is your word? What question…
Palabras, frases, silabas, astros que giran alrededor de un centro fijo. Dos cuerpos, muchos seres que se encuentran en unapalabra. El papel se cubre de letras indelebles, que nadie dijo,…
Were you to cross the world, my dear, To work or love or fight,I could be calm and wistful here, And close my eyes at night. It were a sweet and gallant…
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. “Who’ll tell me my secret, The ages have kept?_ I awaited the seer…
All in the golden afternoonFull leisurely we glide;For both our oars, with little skill,By little arms are plied,While little hands make vain pretenseOur wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In…
Our storm is past, and that storm’s tyrannous rage,A ****** calm, but nothing it, doth ‘suage.The fable is inverted, and far moreA block afflicts, now, than a stork before.Storms chafe,…
I sometimes hold it half a sinTo put in words the grief I feel;For words, like Nature, half revealAnd half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and…
This Advent moon shines cold and clear, These Advent nights are long;Our lamps have burned year after year, And still their flame is strong.“Watchman, what of the night?” we cry, Heart-sick with hope…
