Feelings
There must be a wound!No one can be this hurtand not bleed. How could she injure me so?No marksNo...
Tag: poem
What Kind of Times Are These?
There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old...
The Drunken Boat
As I was going down impassive Rivers,I no longer felt myself guided by haulers:Yelping redskins...
The Dialogue of Two Snails
White Snail.- (Silence.) (A young lady with a lace parasol comes along counting her steps. Upon...
Gödel, Escher, Bach
Contracrostipunctus Achilles has come to visit his friend and jogging companion, the Tortoise, at...
Lullaby
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
Delusion Angel
daydream delusion limousine eyelash oh baby with your pretty face drop a tear in my wine glass...
Liberty
On my notebooks from school On my desk and the trees On the sand on the snow I write your name On...
anyone lived in a pretty how town
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn...
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in...
Now you depart, and though your way may lead…
Now you depart, and though your way may lead Through airless forests thick with hagar trees,...
Dear Life
She looked for the more important man to help her, but he wasn’t there. Now she remembered what...
