Often I lose myself in such distances and numbers that I fear
I shall never find myself again.
But unexpectedly the opposites fuse in a poem.
From the century’s amorphous nebulae in the Self
a new star was born,
in convincing unity.
And the expanding universe of poetry
continues to baffle the astrologers.
— Ondra Lysohorsky
Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound’s the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.
"Cause if you’re happy in your head then solitude is blessed and alone is okay."
HaperCollins: Making My Favorite Things Into Books
When I think of your heart, I think of a snakebite to
Uncountable lifetimes ago there was an empire in
Egypt. We burned the libraries. We destroyed the
temples. Everything that was beautiful then is lost
to us now.
These days, poetry is the only language I know how
to speak. But you speak anthropology. You speak
hieroglyphs. You spend your life studying things I
only bury in metaphors.
When I think of my heart, I think of stone tombs.
Last year, they found Cleopatra’s palace sunk deep
in the Mediterranean sea. But anything they could
learn from the ruins of her home is not worth empty-
ing oceans for.
Yes, yes, with poems, and yes, yes, again again.
- Une Charogne (A Carcass)
- L’Albatros (The Albatross)
- La Cloche fêlée (The Flawed Bell)
- Harmonie du soir (Evening Harmony)
- Parfum exotique (Exotic Perfume)
- L’Idéal (The Ideal)
- La Beauté (Beauty)
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- relentless as the tarantula
- the riots
- the lucky ones
- hello, how are you?
- what can we do?
- the schoolyard of forever
- it was just a little while ago
William S Burroughs
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- since feeling is first
- somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
- i like my body when it is with your
- )when what hugs stopping earth than silent is
- thy fingers make early flowers
- My life closed twice before its close
- They shut me up in Prose -
- Of all the souls that stand create
- I have no life but this
- The moon is distant from the sea
- I held a jewel in my fingers
- There is a word
- There’s a certain slant of light,
- There is another sky
- Because I could not stop for Death
Carol Ann Duffy
- The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
- Portrait of a Lady
- Rhapsody on a Windy Night
- The Waste Land
- At Castle Boterel
- From Victor Hugo
- At An Inn
- Convergence Of The Twain
- The Going
- The Darkling Thrush
- The Voice
- Under the Waterfall
- Examination at the Womb-Door
- Old Age Gets Up
- The Owl
- The Minotaur
- Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three DaysDenise Levertov
- Canto XII from The Heights of Macchu Picchu
- And because Love battles
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
- If You Forget Me
- Every Day You PlayGrace Nichols
- Portrait D’une Femme
- An Immorality
- The Fault of it
- Sestina: Altaforte
- Villanelle: The Psychological Hour
- NicotineSaib-e-TabriziSonia Sanchez
James SchuylerAnne Sexton
Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Anecdote of the Jar
- Poetry Is a Destructive Force
- Metaphors of a Magnifico
- Man Carring Thing
- Disillusionment of Ten O’Clock
- Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself
- Of the Surface of Things
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
William Carlos Williams
- The Red Wheelbarrow
- Landscape With The Fall of Icarus
- This is Just to Say
- The Uses of Poetry
- Summer Song
- The Descent
- A child said, What is the grass?
- To You
- To Think of Time
- Song of Myself I, II, VI & LII
- Song of Myself III
- Song of Myself X
- Song of Myself XI
- O Me! O Life!
- O Captain! My Captain!
William Butler Yeats