Losing through you what seemed myself, i findselves unimaginably mine, beyondsorrow’s own joys and hoping’s very fearsyours is the light by which my spirit’s born:yours is the darkness of my soul’s re...
It is always ourselves we find in the seas.
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the s...
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i...
i like my body when it is with yourbody. It is so quite new a thing.Muscles better and nerves more.i like your body. i like what it does,i like its hows. i like to feel the spineof your body and its b...
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhereI go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my s...
Though i have closed myself as fingers,you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
One pierced moment whiter than the rest
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Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i...
May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
In a middle of a roomstands a suicidesniffing a Paper rosesmiling to a selfsomewhere it is Spring and sometimespeople are in real:imaginesomewhere real flowers,butI can't imagine real flowers for if I...
If everything happens that can't be done(and anything's righterthan bookscould plan)the stupidest teacher will almost guess(with a runskiparound we go yes)there's nothing as something as oneone hasn't...
You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and—
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee , has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty . how often have religions taken the...
I will not kiss your fucking flag
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
When man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because
My sweet old etceteraaunt lucy during the recentwar could and whatis more did tell you justwhat everybody was fightingfor,my sisterisabel created hundreds(andhundreds) of socks not tomention shirts fl...
May i feel said he(i'll squeal said shejust once said he)it's fun said she(may i touch said hehow much said shea lot said he)why not said she(let's go said henot too far said shewhat's too far said he...