Once, when midnight smote the air, Eunuchs ran through Hell and met On every crowded street to stare Upon great Juan riding by: Even like these to rail and sweat
You have no enemies, you say? Alas! my friend, the boast is poor… He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have made foes! If you have…
“Which of these films was Dirk Bo… not in? One hundredweight of bauxi… makes how much aluminium? how many tales in ‘The Decameron’… General Studies, the upper sixth,…
Two roads diverged in a yellow woo… And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I c… To where it bent in the undergrowt…
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
i fell for you, so bright and so pure, they say the night is young but I only see myself getting old. Surrounded by sickened stars,
The Frog and The Turtle A Pristine Refuge There is a bull frog on top of the… That is on a rock island in the mi… That meanders toward and under the…
I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and forgotten it. But that was the… of great price, the one field that…
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
I celebrate myself, and sing mysel… And what I assume you shall assum… For every atom belonging to me as… I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observ…
The time runs to an end. No clock hands will bend. But when time finally ends. No one can yet forget. The late great Edgar Allen Poe.
The fascination of what’s difficul… Has dried the sap out of my veins,… Spontaneous joy and natural conten… Out of my heart. There’s somethin… That must, as if it had not holy b…
You should know there’s another I’ve moved on, and he’s my world I would’t trade anything for him I would give my life for him You and I have gone through some…
DARK Angel, with thine aching lu… To rid the world of penitence: Malicious Angel, who still dost My soul such subtile violence! Because of thee, no thought, no th…
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…
The holiday season is almost here, and I’ve always loved this time of year. I got the fireplace going
Swerving east, from rich industria… And traffic all night north; swerv… Too thin and thistled to be called… And now and then a harsh—named hal… Workmen at dawn; swerving to solit…
The Good Guy I’m the good guy...... When do I get a win? When do I reap the rewards of my… Or does the good guy really finish…
“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.
I come from a musical place Where they shoot me for my song And my brother has been tortured By my brother in my land. I come from a beautiful place
Eternity Eighty five years old Seem to be not much at all For the celebrant Eighty five years old
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
here and hereafter on this God’s little acre we call earth... there can be no barriers between two souls bound by love
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
When I got up through the mowing… The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the h… Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden gro…
Be infinitesimal under that sky, a… even the sailing hawk misses, a wr… among the rocks where the mist par… Recall the way mere mortals are ov… by circumstance, how great reputat…
share the naked happiness ...Christmas time... the season of… brings back fond remembrances of y… every note... every song played and sung
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wi… Deep roots are not reached by the… From the ashes a fire shall be wok…
“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…
