Book I – Part 03 – The Void (Lucretius Poems)
But yet creation's neither crammed nor blockedAbout by body: there's in things a void-Which to have known will serve thee ...
But yet creation's neither crammed nor blockedAbout by body: there's in things a void-Which to have known will serve thee ...
Half awake and half dozing,Struck by a drear reality, but still lostIn an inner sea fog of Danaidean dreamsI stand ...
walkingin the eveningalong the banksof the creek, as the sky is lighted by the glowfrom the hothouses, farther on the ...
Again tonight I read "Before Disaster,"The tense memento of a willThat's striven thirty years to masterOne chaos with one spirit's ...
Marble pillar towers high,Jagged summit saws the air,Putrefaction, life's decay,Boulders in the abyss down there.Grim the cliff that upward climbsClamps ...
Strong ankled, sun burned, almost naked,The daughters of CaliforniaEducate reluctant humanists;Drive into their skulls with tennis ballsThe unhappy realizationThat nature ...
A paled evening, turning to fog,Seeps from a quiet sky into the gardenThrough a green leaf glass, rustles in the ...
The drop seeps wholefrom boulder-lichenor ledge moss and drops,joining, to trickle,run, fall, dash,sprawl in held deeps,to rush shallows, spillthin through ...
The hands go 'round my old French clockAs timid dawn seeps throughThe yellow-curtained window pane,Slow-gathering with the ticking of the ...
Ah, it was here--September And silence filled the air-- I came last year to remember, And muse, ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,full of white shirts and salad greens,the icebox knocking at our ...
My sister - Life's overflowing today,spring rain shattering itself like glass,but people with monocles still complain,and sting, politely, like snakes ...
One said: "I have seen, from cliffs of doom,The seven hells flame up in flowerLike a million upas trees that ...
1Above the house of Capulet and Montague, Thunder-moved washed in dew,Heaven's gentle eye 2Looks on ruins of hostile city-states, On ...
the way loss seeps into neck hollows and curls at temples sits between front teeth cavity empty and waiting for ...
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
I came with the rising sun and I've brought nothing but two eyes, all I have, simply two eyes, for ...
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held ...
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking ...
YES, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. Back ...
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