The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address… Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them.

Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.

Up, black, striped and demasked li… At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tai… Paraded the skunk. Night after ni… I expected her like a visitor. The refrigerator whinnied into sil…

The apes yawn and adore their flea… The parrots shriek as if they were… Like cheap tarts to attract the st… Fatigued with indolence, tiger and… Lie still as the sun. The boa-con…

She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev’ning star That shone through the plate glass… From over Leamington Spa Beside her the lonely crochet

On the sheep-cropped summit, under… The mouse crouched, staring out th… It dared not take. Time and a world Too old to alter, the five mile pr…

What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in:

It was beautiful as God must be beautiful: glacial eyes that had looked on violence and come to terms with it; a body too huge

Abstraction is an old story with the philosophers, but it has been like a new toy in the hands of the artists of our day. Why can’t we have any one quality of poetry we choose by itself...

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

All I know is a door into the dar… Outside, old axles and iron hoops… Inside, the hammered anvil’s short… The unpredictable fantail of spark… Or hiss when a new shoe toughens i…

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering

Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.

He is here, come down to look for… It is the song that calls you back… a song of joy and suffering equally: a promise: that things will be different up t…

Ma motherly she is affectionate and nurturing speaks “motherese” lovingly to a child

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

The useless dawn finds me in a des… Nights are proud waves; darkblue t… Nights have a habit of mysterious… The surge, that night, left me the… and odd ends: some hated friends t…

I thought it would last my time— The sense that, beyond the town, There would always be fields and f… Where the village louts could clim… Such trees as were not cut down;

An escape from the pain Someplace soft to fall When the world knocks me down And the ground is hard. Decorated by the hearts

The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open

On the grass when I arrive, Filling the stillness with life, But ready to scare off At the very first wrong move. In the ivy when I leave.

WE’ RE foot—slog—slog—slog—slogg… Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin’ over… (Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up… There’s no discharge in the war! Seven—six—eleven—five—nine—an’—twe…

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…

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…

The dog loved its churlish life, Scraps, thefts. Itsdeclined blood An anarchy of mindless pride. Nobody’s pet, but good enough To double with a bitch as poor.

Candy Is Dandy But liquor Is quicker.

What is reality? I am a plaster doll; I pose with eyes that cut open without la… upon some shellacked and grinning… eyes that open, blue, steel, and c…

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

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...

Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

To step over the low wall that div… Road from concrete walk above the… Brings sharply back something know… The miniature gaiety of seasides. Everything crowds under the low ho…

Deep in the land of Cranium Town, Lived neurons dressed in velvet go… They danced, they hummed, they lau… A sparkling, joyful symphony. But then one day, with fiery eyes,

Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep,

What parallel courses did Bloom and Stephen follow returning? Starting united both at normal walking pace from Beresford place they followed in the order named Lower and Middle Gardiner...

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…

It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration To the trees’ shoulders, braiding… Of the boughs with gold; a bird pr…

Once upon a time, You and all your kind lived undern… Had ridges for ribs that dropped o… As if an excavation crew were hire… And while the world above you inve…

Dis poetry is like a riddim dat dr… De tongue fires a riddim dat shoot… Dis poetry is designed fe rantin Dance hall style, big mouth chanti… Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep

Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle P… A little black nothing of feet and… And by-and-by, when his eyes came… He saw his mother, the big Tattoo… And all that he learned he learned…

Whose woods these are I think I k… His house is in the village, thoug… He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with sn… My little horse must think it quee…

The word became flesh Hosanna welcome peacemaker not a warrior on a donkey ride Greeting palms along the way

Blue and gold ascending Bright blue beads braided strung together love infused interests purposes likes in order always the same aspirations –excel…

I’d seen their hoofprints in the deep needles and knew they ended the long night under the pines, walking

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...

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…

You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed me. I was obedient, but

I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. Flowers are sweet. They have short, beatific lives. They offer much pleasure. There is

When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,

I climbed through woods in the hou… Evil air, a frost-making stillness… Not a leaf, not a bird,— A world cast in frost. I came out… Where my breath left tortuous stat…

Don’t call this world adorable, or… It’s frisky, and a theater for mor… The eyelash of lightning is neithe… The struck tree burns like a pilla… But the blue rain sinks, straight…

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your kn… for a hundred miles through the de… You only have to let the soft anim… love what it loves.

All that year the animals worked like slaves. But they were happy in their work; they grudged no effort or sacrifice, well aware that everything that they did was for the benefit of the...

Boxer’s split hoof was a long time in healing. They had started the rebuilding of the windmill the day after the victory celebrations were ended Boxer refused to take even a day off wor...

Bound By Honor And you said “yes I am in” And you ran the gauntlet Of hard wood paddles for starters With fires coming out of their end…

Mick Jagger and Rolling Stones are still touring and others from generations ago, etc. YouTube is replete with oldies but goodies. Life goes on and anachronism plays a big part of it. E...

Showers and Flowers Punxsy Phil still napping In his den since saying We’re in for more snow days Six more weeks of cold daze

Merlin In French Quarter Continual feast my seventy fifth Not many you see beyond sept-decen… With family once voodooville twice… Remarkable birthday celebration tr…