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…
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…
My stick fingers click with a snic… And, chuckling, they knuckle the k… Light-footed, my steel feelers fli… And pluck from these keys melodies… My paper can caper; abandon
Stop all the clocks, cut off the t… Prevent the dog from barking with… Silence the pianos and with muffle… Bring out the coffin, let the mour… Let aeroplanes circle moaning over…
We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening— Everywhere the eye concedes to Encrouching horizon, Is wooed into the cyclops’ eye
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
wildflowers nature surrounding near and far awesome works of art everywhere framed by Van Gogh by Gauguin yellow star-streaked blue sky
Russia and America circle each ot… Threats nudge an act that were wit… A melting of the mould in the moth… Stones melting about the root. The quick of the earth burned out:
I seem to have loved you in number… In life after life, in age after a… My spellbound heart has made and r… That you take as a gift, wear roun… In life after life, in age after a…
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
in yourself yes in your heart there in yourself
“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.
“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…
Here war is simple like a monument… A telephone is speaking to a man; Flags on a map assert that troops… A boy brings milk in bowls. There… For living men in terror of their…
Some say the world will end in fir… Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if I had to perish twice,
Belinda lived in a little white ho… With a little black kitten and a l… And a little yellow dog and a litt… And a realio, trulio, little pet d… Now the name of the little black k…
Grey haunted eyes, absent-mindedly… From wide, uneven orbits; one brow… Somewhat over the eye Because of a missile fragment stil… Skin-deep, as a foolish record of…
Golden rays break night, Silent dunes bask in warm light, Desert dawn, takes flight. In the desert’s blaze, Sun spider dances on sand,
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
That note you hold, narrowing and… Like New Orleans reflected on the… And in all ears appropriate falseh… Building for some a legendary Qua… Of balconies, flower—baskets and q…
Day by day I float my paper boats… In bid black letters I write my n… I hope that someone in some strang… I load my little boats with shiuli… I launch my paper boats and look u…
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
She squats, bare feet splayed out, not graceful; skirt tucked around ankl… Her face is lined and cracked. She looks old,
It is yours to take yourself to ta… What lies within you, belongs to n… The losses and wins, that are gain… Take yourself to task, for it is y… Be gentle as like the willow, that…
Evening comes on and the hills thi… red and yellow bleaching out of th… The chill pines grow their shadows… Below them the water stills itself… a sunset shivering in it.
But to every mind there openeth, A way, and way, and away, A high soul climbs the highway, And the low soul gropes the low, And in between on the misty flats,
Chaucer, Langland, Douglas, Dunb… brother Anons, how on earth did yo… without anaesthetics or plumbing, in daily peril from witches, warlo… lepers, The Holy Office, foreign…
I was just a lonely child, In the world full of riant people, Happiness, remained a concept futi… The want for fatal lovers arose, “Maybe in their spurious arms,
In dawn’s stillness, where shadows… A solitary farmer plows through th… Alone he toils, his fields his hom… Where whispers of his neighbors’ m… Their laughter echoes, a distant d…