Shall I say how it is in your clothes? A month after your death I wear your blue jacket. The…
What can I fashion for you but a woven creel of river- rashes, a golden oriole’s nest my gift wrought…
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing Over…
When will the stream be aweary of flowing Under my eye? When will the wind be aweary of blowing Over…
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go…
A noiseless, patient spider, I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated; Mark’d how, to explore the vacant,…
I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door; The…
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is…
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l’automne Blessent mon coeur D’une langueur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l’heure,…
First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A…