Bomb (Gregory Corso Poems)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I ...
One Sabbath day my friend and IAfter the meeting, quietlyPassed from the crowded village lanes,White with dry dust for lack ...
The Buddha, known to men by many names —Siddartha, Sakya, Muni, Blessed One,—Sat in the forest, as had been his ...
THIS is our place of meeting; oppositeThat towered and pillared building: look at it;King's Chapel in the Second George's day,Rebellion ...
The Benedictine EchardSat by the wayside well,Where Marsberg sees the bridalOf the Sarre and the Moselle.Fair with its sloping vineyardsAnd ...
This is an introduction to the Japanese Zen poet Taigu Ryoken known for his beautiful almost seer-like poetry. He revelled ...
So much forgotten alreadySo much forgottenSo much to forgetOnce the idea of purityborn, all was lostirrevocablyThe Black Musicianin a house ...
In far Japan this story oldIs carved in ivory, graved in brass,For jealous Fame, who loves the bold,Lets not the ...
Oh! the image and the fable of the Sphynx! What lessons do they teach, What sermons do they preachOf the riddle and ...
Upon this earth, the land of the Victorious Ones,Once lived a Saint, known as the second Buddha;His fame was heard ...
O Buddha, of the mystic smileAnd downcast, dreamful eyes,To whom unnumbered sacred shrinesAnd gilded statues rise,Whose fanes are filled with ...
The song of Kilvani: fairest sheIn all the land of Savatthi.She had one child, as sweet and gayAnd dear to ...
I bow down at the feet of the wish-fulfilling Guru.Pray vouchsafe me your grace in bestowing beneficial food,Pray make me ...
O, SILO EXTASI A SNU, z niz umenipla barev vejirem a v tonech buraci!Tvym kouzlem z myslenek se zare prameni,jak ...
Obeisance to the perfect Marpa.I am the Yogi who perceives the Ultimate Truth.In the Origin of the Unborn, I first ...
Hark! how the Orient's bells are proclaiming Obsequies strange to the shrines of the west--Services Christendom's cruelties shaming-- Taught by the merciful, ...
I was,And I am.So shall I be to the end of time,For I am without end.I have cleft the vast ...
Oh, my Guru! The Exemplar of the View, Practice, and Action,Pray vouchsafe me your grace, and enable meTo be absorbed ...
Between the Gardening and the CookeryComes the brief Poetry shelf;By the Nonesuch Donne, a thin anthologyOffers itself.Critical, and with nothing ...
A gift for you I went to buyA present priced, though, not too high.What pity that an iron gadgetReduced by ...
In the skull kept on the desk.In the spider-pod in the dust.Or nowhere. In milkmaids, in loaves,Or nowhere. And if ...
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not HinduBuddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religionor cultural system. I am not from ...
Grass and trees have the buddha nature.They are not different from me.If I could just be like the grass and ...
A master's handiwork cannot be measuredBut still priests wag their tongues explaining the "Way" and babbling about "Zen."This old monk ...
Lots of arms, just like Kannon the Goddess;Sacrificed for me, garnished with citron, I revere it so!The taste of the ...
Although I tryto hold the single thoughtof Buddha's teaching in my heart,I cannot help but hearthe many crickets' voices calling ...
the gourd flowers bloom,but look-here liesa phlegm-stuffed Buddha!(Masaoka Shiki)
The snake gourd blossoms.My throat blocked with phlegm,I am already a Buddha.(Masaoka Shiki)
The winter river;down it come floatingflowers offered to Buddha.(Yosa Buson)
blooming azaleasin a hollow on a cliffa Buddha stands(Masaoka Shiki)
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