[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
Field trip On the bus Down the road To see science The bog Sucked my leg Into the sphagnum Florescent ...
A range of mountains Hues of plum, rose, and rust hover above the terrestrial hills cloaked in winter's gray, brown, ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
Hover the imagined center, our tongues grew long to please it, licking the walls, a chamber built of scent, a ...
Some gentlemen are floating in the meadow over the yellow grass. They seem to hover by those wonderful blue little ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath, Who ...
South Winds jostle them -- Bumblebees come -- Hover -- hesitate -- Drink, and are gone -- Butterflies pause On ...
It's Wednesday, September 6th and a birthday, again, these things arrive tediously on time with wry regularity - and sadly, ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
Moonlight spills down vacant sills, illuminates an empty bed. Dreams lie in crates. One hand creates wan silver circles, left ...
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
Cold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Because it all just breaks apart, and the pieces scatter and rearrange without much fanfare or notice. Because you can't ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
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