by E. E. Cummings somewhere i have never travelled，gladly beyond any experience，your eyes have their silence： in your most frail gesture are things wh...
by John Canaday I am a stubborn ox dreaming of rain as the drover's fingers drum around my eyes. But no： the wet hum of flies distracted me， and n...
by Ralph Waldo Emerson Mine are the night and morning， The pits of air， the gulf of space， The sportive sun， the gibbous moon， The innumerable days. I...
by Jean Toomer Pour O pour that parting soul in song， O pour it in the sawdust glow of night， Into the velvet pine-smoke air to-night， And let the val...
by Ben Jonson Drinke to me， onely， with thine eyes， And I will pledge with mine； Or leave a kisse but in the cup， And Ile not looke for wine. The thir...
by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Let me make the songs for the people， Songs for the old and young； Songs to stir like a battle-cry Wherever they are s...
by Petrarch Translated by David Young I'd sing of Love in such a novel fashion that from her cruel side I would draw by force a thousand sighs a d...
by Sam Truitt the first thing that an animal does when it enters a new place is kill felt sleep like the edge of some primordial licking fire graze hi...
by Gary Miranda Of Salvadore the Celery King I sing. Illiterate in Lewiston， he'd wander， so I'm told， into the ladies' john and， barring ...
by Barbara Guest "Sound leads to structure." Sch？berg. On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet. This is not "dinner music." This...