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…

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…

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…

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…

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

“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 ...

The light foot hears you and the brightness begins wrap them in a sorrow previous to their impatience. That she is ignorant, ignorant of what Love will be, hear the factories of human m...

might have been. Certainly these ashes might have b… Pilgrims on their way to the Holy… this place. Isn’t it plain to all that these mounds were palaces? Th…

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…

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…

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”

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…

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…