-
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden b...
-
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 year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods ar...
-
She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when a sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass round,
...
-
One bright day I stopped to think,
And thought I saw, quick as a wink,
Two pigs that were the pinkest pink.
So startled was I, I twice did blink,
For never was I on the brink
Of such a sight where eyes could drink
In such a scene, as thought did link,
Within my brain words like "zinc",
And other words like, "clink" and "slink",
And "kink" and "rink" and even "fink",
That rhyme with pink, and sound like "stink".
And with my brain on fire a...
-
"Tranquility Base here," said the man in the moon,
How quickly he flew there, the dream came so soon.
"Tranquility Base here," that's how it was then,
How quickly he's flown, just a dream once again.
-
Kubla Khan
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chas...
-
Phantom
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All look and likeness caught from earth
All accident of kin and birth,
Had pass'd away. There was no trace
Of aught on that illumined face,
Uprais'd beneath the rifted stone
But of one spirit all her own ;--
She, she herself, and only she,
Shone through her body visibly.
-
I am a fish of the sky!
a cloud of the sea!
blue is to fish,
as sky is to me.
-
Pointy Birds
~Steve Martin aka John Lillison
Pointy birds,
oh pointy pointy.
Anoint my head
anointy 'nointy...
-
In Dillan's Grove my love did die,
and now in ground shall ever lie.
None could ever replace her visage,
until your face brought thoughts of kissage.
-
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats<...
-
Should I yet be softer.
So harsh.
Language -
leaving innocence
not to savor.
Taming the tongue.
Profanity -
cannot be undone.
Human attempts.
Disappointment.
Contempt.
Discretion non - intact.
Language -
darkly at a twist.
Headlong ;
dirt, curses -
untamable
Try, try again.
Being quick to hear -
slow to give in.
Diplomacy in need.
Word use tamable?
It can be done.
Indeed.
-
Timberbrook: long removed from Framingham and Charlotte land
Was the place of my upbring, with a big yard and a sandbox.
Among the elms, oaks, sycamores; peach, cherry, apple, pear, and pecan trees,
Leaves were not scant in the autumn breeze, before the freeze.
Broken Arrow, as the Seminoles taught us, was a home
In Oklahoma, where the red man roams, and the snow doesn't come
But three times yearly, if we were lucky, which always resulted in a pother1....
-
I
I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the
soul.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal
themselves?
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the
dead?
And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul?
And if the ...
-
Invictus
~William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matt...