My mother would be a falconress, And I, her gay falcon treading he… would fly to bring back from the blue of the sky to her, b… where I dream in my little hood wi…

[Étude from the Fourth Treatise o… In my youth, not unstaind and in much ignoble; in manhood, struggling to ring true yet knowing often my defection from

We have gone out in boats upon the… lost, and the vast waters close tr… The boats are driven apart, and we… under the incalculable sky, listle… Let the oars be idle, my love, and…

I know a little language of my cat… that animals have no need of speec… abhors the superfluous. My cat is… converses when he wants with me. T… is natural. And whales and wolves…

The man with his lion under the sh… sheds his belief as if he shed tea… The sound of words waits - a barbarian host at the borderline… The enamord guards desert their po…

We’ve our business to attend Day’… bend back the bow in dreams as we… til the end rimes in the taut stri… with the sending. Reveries are riv… where the cold light gleams reflec…

Neither our vices nor our virtues further the poem. “They came up and died just like they do every year on the rocks.”

And a tenth part of Okeanos is gi… a tithe of the pure water under… so that the clear fountains pour f… tears stream from the caverns and… down-running, carving woundrous wa…

[De Vulgari Eloquentia, I, I] “We will endeavor, the word aiding us from Heaven, to be of service to the vernacular speech”

It’s in the perilous boughs of the… out of blue sky the wind sings loudest surrounding me. And solitude, a wild solitude ’s reveald, fearfully, high…

“That God is colouring Newton doth shew”—William Blake Erecting beyond the boundaries of all government his grand Station and Customs, I find what I have made there a Gate, a ...

Was he then Adam of the Burning… hid away in the heat like wrath conceald in Love’s face, or the seed, Eris in Eros, key and lock

In the groves of Africa from thei… the wildebeest, zebra, the okapi,… have enterd the marvelous. No grea… know I than the mind’s natural jungle. The wives of the…

Something is taking place. Horns thrust upward from the brow. Hooves beat impatient where feet o… My son, youth grows alarming in yo… Your innocent regard is cruelly ch…