The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open
Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts,
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…
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…
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…
Doom is dark and deeper than any s… Upon what man it fall In spring, day-wishing flowers app… Avalanche sliding, white snow from… That he should leave his house,
“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…
Lord Strawberry, a nobleman, collected birds. He had the finest aviary in Europe, so large that eagles did not find it uncomfortable, so well laid out that both humming birds and snow-b...
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time f… And time future contained in time… If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.
Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,
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…
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hum… equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there t… Here the clam deep in the speckled…
Nyx’s kind of day goddess Nyx’s night in daylight bewildering... glow in the dark sk… goosebumpy how nature nefariously interwoven
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…
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…
If I were called in To construct a religion I should make use of water. Going to church Would entail a fording
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 trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief… Is it that they are born again
Swerving east, from rich industria… And traffic all night north; swerv… Too thin and thistled to be called… And now and then a harsh—named hal… Workmen at dawn; swerving to solit…
Among of green stiff old
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling,
a neighbor’s friend arf arf woof bow wow dog excited for a treat then sit for petting a moment of love comfort
Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep,
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…
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like… Coral is far more red than her lip… If snow be white, why then her bre… If hairs be wires, black wires gro… I have seen roses damasked, red an…
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...
Some say love’s a little boy, And some say it’s a bird, Some say it makes the world go aro… Some say that’s absurd, And when I asked the man next—doo…
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror—sheen, The blue water—mists dropping Scrim after scrim like fishnets