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…
Unbiased at least he was when he a… Having never set eyes on the land… Between two peoples fanatically at… With their different diets and inc… “Time,” they had briefed him in L…
This is not I. I had no body once… only what served my need to laugh… and stare at stars and tentatively… on the fringe of foam and wave and… Eyes loved, hands reached for me,…
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.
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
apple tree garden a sliver space inside a tiny time skinnier than a billionth of a sec… a world vaguely a dot in the Van… under a starry night there a morta…
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…
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off? Six days of the week it soils
“For example, what the trees do not only in lightning storms or the watery dark of a summer’s n… or under the white nets of winter but now, and now, and now—whenever
The rhino is a homely beast, For human eyes he’s not a feast. Farwell, farewell, you old rhinoce… I’ll stare at something less prepo…
A flea and a fly in a flue Were imprisoned, so what could the… Said the fly, “let us flee!” “Let us fly!” said the flea. So they flew through a flaw in 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
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,
If I were a voice, a persuasive v… That could travel the wide world t… I would fly on the beams of the mo… And speak to men with a gentle mig… And tell them to be true.
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep,
An escape from the pain Someplace soft to fall When the world knocks me down And the ground is hard. Decorated by the hearts
Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the levelling wind.
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
In the quiet hours of twilight, When shadows lengthen and memories… I find solace in the lines etched… Each wrinkle a testament to a life… The laughter lines around my eyes,
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
A shilling life will give you all… How Father beat him, how he ran a… What were the struggles of his you… Made him the greatest figure of hi… Of how he fought, fished, hunted,…
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
Philippines the beautiful seven thousand pearls Eden in the Philippines Sea seven thousand smiles in the sky a… rainbow like
It was sometime ago, on their firs… a young couple enthused in prepari… Husband and wife, growing together… He bought her a powder blue dress,… Of course, himself in his Sunday’…
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
Eyes are the windows to the soul Is that why they are called blinds… To blind the world of our messes Our distresses as we distrust. To hide from judgement, expectatio…
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My ears are battered and burned an… i have just learned that i have be… listening to the wrong radio stati… My mind has been brutalised now th… I’ve been listening to the wrong r…
Atropellados por la Pampa suelta, los raudos potros en febril disput… hacen silbar sobre la sorda ruta los huracanes en su crin revuelta. Atrás dejando la llanura envuelta