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Constantly Risking Absurdity

Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs on rime to a high wire of his own making and balancing on eyebeams above a sea of faces paces his way to the other side of the day performing entrachats and sleight-of-foot tricks and […]

A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a gesture […]

The Sun Has Burst the Sky

 The sun has burst the sky Because I love you And the river its banks. The sea laps the great rocks Because I love you And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away And saying coldly “Constancy is not for you.” The blackbird fills the air Because I love you With spring and […]

A Grain of Sand

If starry space no limit knows And sun succeeds to sun, There is no reason to suppose Our earth the only one. ‘Mid countless constellations cast A million worlds may be, With each a God to bless or blast And steer to destiny. Just think! A million gods or so To guide each vital stream, […]

Immortality

Foil’d by our fellow-men, depress’d, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way, And, Patience! in another life, we say The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne. And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn The world’s poor, routed leavings? or will they, Who fail’d under the heat of this life’s […]

A Silly Poem

Said Hamlet to Ophelia, I’ll draw a sketch of thee, What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B? ~ Spike Milligan

Alone Looking at the Mountain

All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other – Only the mountain and I. ~ Li Po

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the […]