Lord Strawberry, a nobleman, collected birds. He had the finest aviary in Europe, so large that eagles did not find it uncomfortable, so well laid out that both humming birds and snow-b...
Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou, shrieking harbinger,
Hers is the clean apron, good for… Or lamp to embroider, as we talk s… In the long kitchen, while the whi… Turns to pastry in the great oven, Sweetly and surely as hay making
The rhino is a homely beast, For human eyes he’s not a feast. Farwell, farewell, you old rhinoce… I’ll stare at something less prepo…
I’d seen their hoofprints in the deep needles and knew they ended the long night under the pines, walking
Tightly-folded bud, I have wished you something None of the others would: Not the usual stuff About being beautiful,
the wind is howling tonight i can feel the irony as bob is singing on the TV ain’t it funny that no matter how many lives we live
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...
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…
A million million spermatozoa All of them alive; Out of their cataclysm but one poo… Dare hope to survive. And among that billion minus one
Being told I would be expected to talk here, I inquired what sort of talk I ought to make. They said it should be something suitable to youth-something didactic, instructive, or somethi...
—THIS HALFWAY HOUSE F… HAS ALOT OF HERMITS E… DONT GO FOR A WALK WO…
This is the place you would rather not know about, this is the place that will in hab… this is the place you cannot imagi… this is the place that will finall…
When my dreams showed signs of becoming politically correct no unruly images escaping beyond borders
“O who can ever gaze his fill,” Farmer and fisherman say, “On native shore and local hill, Grudge aching limb or callus on th… Father, grandfather stood upon thi…
It seemed an unlikely match. All… grinding its teeth in a plastic sl… nose-down from a hook in the darkr… under the hatch in the floor. When… it knocked back a quarter-pint of…
Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, lik… the wings of a moth in the beak of… Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me.
A Sonnet A sense of impermanence in the air Just as the sun dips low beyond th… This blessed moment won’t last for… Overcome by darkness and nighttim…
I rode a moonbeam far as eyes coul… To realms of fairy tales and fanta… Bethought to rest my catatonic min… And leave the weight of waking lif… Through twilight’s veil, a wondrou…
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her whit… and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and str… I stand and watch her until at len…
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
It is this great absence that is like a presence, that comp… me to address it without hope of a reply. It is a room I enter from which someone has just
I thought that I could not be hur… I thought that I must surely be impervious to suffering— immune to pain or agony.
Loada sea la misericordia de Quien, ya cumplidos mis setenta… y sellados mis ojos, me salva de la venerada vejez y de las galerías de precisos espe…
I’ve worked at my work I’ve slept at my sleep I’ve died at my death and now I can leave. Leave what is needed
The river Of my childhood, That tumbled Down a passage of rocks And cut-work ferns,
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
