“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…
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…
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
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
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…
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…
How should the world be luckier if… Where passion and precision have b… Time out of mind, became too ruino… To breed the lidleSs eye that lov… And the sweet laughing eagle thoug…
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…
The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
I’ve stitched the wounds, thread b… Healing words where silence bled. It took me years to even try, To look in the mirror and not ask… I don’t adore the face I see,
An escape from the pain Someplace soft to fall When the world knocks me down And the ground is hard. Decorated by the hearts
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.
December Solstice A new beginning Life goes on on it’s own time Pushing on and on More sunlight each rising dawn
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely p… They have their exits and their en… And one man in his time plays many… His acts being seven ages. At fir…
cold moon embers yes over and over again to life engage in the things you love renew
a bed fo’r king Ho Ho Ho ...they go Santa reindeers ...Rudolph go
“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,…
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…
Walking around in the park Should feel better than work: The lake, the sunshine, The grass to lie on, Blurred playground noises
After the late dinner, After the early desert. After the “I love you more than a… After the trip to the house. After ripping of the blouse.
Eternity Eighty five years old Seem to be not much at all For the celebrant Eighty five years old
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.
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…
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…
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
Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,
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…
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…
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