I speak without judgmentYou listenYou hear me for the first timeYou share openlyI understand your painI know your sadnessI am filled with compassionfo...
Dreamlike songI oft remember what a happy dayWe passed in creekside arbor when it was glooming.Drunk，we returned by boat and lost our wayAnd strayed o...
To you， my aunt， who would exploreThe literary Chankley Bore，The paths are hard， for you are notA literary HottentotBut just a kind and cultured dameW...
A process in the weather of the heartTurns damp to dry； the golden shotStorms in the freezing tomb.A weather in the quarter of the veinsTurns night t...
Never until the mankind makingBird beast and flowerFathering and all humbling darknessTells with silence the last light breakingAnd the still hourIs c...
IAll all and all the dry worlds lever，Stage of the ice， the solid ocean，All from the oil， the pound of lava.City of spring， the governed flower，Turns ...
All that I owe the fellows of the graveAnd all the dead bequeathed from pale estatesLies in the fortuned bone， the flask of blood，Like senna stirs alo...
When the morning was waking over the warHe put on his clothes and stepped out and he died，The locks yawned loose and a blast blew them wide，He dropped...
This day winding down nowAt God speeded summer's endIn the torrent salmon sun，In my seashaken houseOn a breakneck of rocksTangled with chirrup and...
The bows glided down， and the coastBlackened with birds took a last lookAt his thrashing hair and whale-blue eye；The trodden town rang its cobbles for...