We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the …
Sometimes, a crumb falls From the tables of joy, Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given. To others Only heaven.
Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have …
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.
They held each other close, and turned their backs upon the end. The hills that split asunder, and the black that ate the skies; The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned, Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes. A fly upon a wall, the waves …
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust If you like your coffee hot let me be your coffee pot You call the shots I wanna be yours I wanna be your raincoat for those frequent rainy days I wanna be your dreamboat …
“Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.” William Blake
The elms stand naked their brown leaves on the ground On the gravel path by the winds scattered around The overnight frost has left the park looking gray Just after daybreak on a cold Winter’s day. The magpie on the blackwood tree seems brave to sing He sings all year round though more often …
When the crimson rose has faded And our day at last is done; In the forest dark and shaded Blows the tempest, dims the sun. When the night holds us together Shall forgiveness mend the past Will despair bring sunny weather And heal our hearts at last? If we hide within the shadows Will you …
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the …
I am not sorry for my soul That it must go unsatisfied, For it can live a thousand times, Eternity is deep and wide. I am not sorry for my soul, But oh, my body that must go Back to a little drift of dust Without the joy it longed to know.
The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean– Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can …
The Truth Teller lifts the curtain, And shows us the people’s plight; And everything seems uncertain, And nothing at all looks right. Yet out of the blackness groping, My heart finds a world in bloom; For it somehow is fashioned for hoping, And it cannot live in the gloom. He tells us from …
Today I smiled, and all at once Things didn’t look so bad. Today I shared with someone else, A little bit of hope I had. Today I sang a little song, And felt my heart grow light. I walked a happy little mile, With not a cloud in sight. Today I worked with what I …
Always remember to forget The things that made you sad But never forget to remember The things that made you glad. Always remember to forget The friends that proved untrue. But don’t forget to remember Those that have stuck by you. Always remember to forget The troubles that have passed away. But never forget to …
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the …
I ne’er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked, what could I ail? My life and all seemed turned …
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder And this day draw a …
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, …
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