Tightly-folded bud, I have wished you something None of the others would: Not the usual stuff About being beautiful,
~ one day I’ll follow you into the arms of time and count the stars as they slowly fade
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I thought that I could not be hur… I thought that I must surely be impervious to suffering— immune to pain or agony.
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her whit… and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and str… I stand and watch her until at len…
A million million spermatozoa All of them alive; Out of their cataclysm but one poo… Dare hope to survive. And among that billion minus one
Be infinitesimal under that sky, a… even the sailing hawk misses, a wr… among the rocks where the mist par… Recall the way mere mortals are ov… by circumstance, how great reputat…
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
Undefined... This will always be my definition.… I want to be more than a career, A job will soon be what seems to d… But I am more than what this show…
melting into eternity it had been a wonderful life in a beautiful world a wonderful time
Abulgualid Muhámmad Ibn-Ahmad ibn-Muhámmad ibn-Rushd (un siglo tardaría ese largo nombre en llegar a Averroes, pasando por Benraist y por Avenryz, y aun por Aben-Rassad y Filius Rosadis...
Bring me to the blasted oak That I, midnight upon the stroke, (All find safety in the tomb.) May call down curses on his head Because of my dear Jack that’s de…
Happy ye leaves when as those lill… Which hold my life in their dead d… Shall handle you and hold in loves… Lyke captives trembling at the vic… And happy lines, on which with sta…
The sage’s heart beats with a love… A hopeless romantic, with emotions… He paints a masterpiece of passion… A canvas of longing, where love re… Nature’s power stirs his soul, a f…
The Maoris are a mighty race—the… Before the missionaries came they… They went to war and fought like f… They pacified their conquered foes… But now-a-days about the pahs in i…
I am small because I am a little… as old as my father is. My teacher will come and say, “It… and your books.” I shall tell him, “ Do you not kn…
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…
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…
In the vast expanse of existence,… searching for a soul that resonate… We yearn for a connection that tra… a bond that is forged in the depth… Like a compass seeking true north,…
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…
Though victory’s proof of the skil… Defeat is the proof of your grit; A weakling can smile in his days o… But at trouble’s first sign he wil… So the test of the heart and the t…
How can he write of sunny, joyful… When sadness weighs heavily on his… How can he think of uplifting rhym… When they’re several thousand mile… His words are flat; and his lines…
“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…
El poniente impecable en esplendor… quebró a filo de espada las distan… Suave como un sauzal está la noche… Rojos chisporrotean los remolinos de las bruscas hogue…
Some singers sing of ladies’ eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike… And course ones hymn their hips. The Oxford Book of English Verse
I was six when I first saw kitten… Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the sc… Into a bucket; a frail metal sound… Soft paws scraping like mad. But… Was soon soused. They were slung…
When I am sad and weary When I think all hope has gone When I walk along High Holborn I think of you with nothing on
To the world, we must not conform Our sinful selves, we must reform The unknowing, we must inform So that our Earth, we can transfo… It’s miles before you go to sleep
You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed me. I was obedient, but