And the days are not full enoughAnd the nights are not full enoughAnd life slips by like a field mouseNot shaking the grass...
Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm. Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ...
As cool as the pale wet leaves of lily-of-the-valley She lay beside me in the dawn....
Sing we for love and idleness,Naught else is worth the having.Though I have been in many a land,There is naught else in living.And I would rather have...
No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For my surrounding air hath a new lightness; Slight are...
I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman-- I have detested you long enough. I come to you as a grown child Who has had a pig-headed father; I am old enoug...
The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast- Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree y...
After Li PoWhile my hair was still cut straight across my foreheadI played at the front gate, pulling flowers.You came by on bamboo stilts, playing h...
See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering!See, they return, one, and by...
Come, or the stellar tide will slip away.Eastward avoid the hour of its decline,Now! for the needle trembles in my soul!Here we have had our vantage, ...