On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover， A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump in the sea， By the rainspout young sparrows...
What thoughts I have of you tonight， Walt Whitman， for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the ful...
As virtuous men pass mildly away， And whisper to their souls to go， Whilst some of their sad friends do say， "The breath goes now，" and some...
When I was young they had already been abandoned for years overgrown with sumac and sour apple， the iron scrapped， the wood long gone for other things...
Here is the shadow of truth， for only the shadow is true. And the line where the incoming swell from the sunset Pacific First leans and staggers to br...
The world is too much with us； late and soon， Getting and spending， we lay waste our powers： Little we see in Nature that is ours； We have given our h...
I travelled among unknown men， In lands beyond the sea； Nor， England！ did I know till then What love I bore to thee. 'Tis past， that melancholy dr...
this is the garden： colours come and go frail azures fluttering from night's outer wing strong silent greens serenely lingering absolute lights li...
MOTHER of Hermes！ and still youthful Maia！ May I sing to thee As thou wast hymnèd on the shores of Bai？？ Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian？...
BARDS of Passion and of Mirth Ye have left your souls on earth！ Have ye souls in heaven too Doubled-lived in regions new？ Yes and those of heaven comm...