In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems
In Just-spring when the world is mud-luscious the littlelame balloonmanwhistles far and weeand eddieandbill comerunning from marbles andpiracies and it'sspringwhen the world...
I am a little church(no great cathedral)far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities--i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,i am not sorry when sun and rain make aprilmy life is the lif...
God's terrible face brighter than a spoon collects the image of one fatal word;so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon)resembles something that has not occurred:i am a birdcage without any bi...
And what I want to know is how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Me up at doesout of the floorquietly Starea poisoned mousestill who aliveis asking What
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),It's always our self we find in the sea.
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star...
You said Isthere anything whichis dead or alive more beautifulthan my body,to have in your fingers(trembling ever so little)?Looking intoyour eyes Nothing,i said,except theair of spring smelling of ne...
Wholly to be a foolwhile Spring is in the worldmy blood approves, and kisses are a better fatethan wisdomlady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry-the best gesture of my brain is less thanyour eyelid's f...
What time is it?its is by every stara different time,and each most falsely true ...
We are for each other: thenlaugh, leaning back in my arms
The poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.
Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
My blood approves,and kisses are a far better fatethan wisdom
Let's start a magazine to hell with literature we want something redbloodedlousy with pure reeking with stark and fearlessly obscenebut really clean get what I mean let’s not spoil it let’s make it se...
In time of daffodils(who knowthe goal of living is to grow)forgetting why,remember howin time of lilacs who proclaimthe aim of waking is to dream,remember so(forgetting seem)in time of roses(who amaze...
If i or anybody don't know where it her his my next meal's coming from i say to hell with that that doesn't matter (and if he she it or everybody gets a bellyful without lifting my finger i say to hel...
I charge laughing. Into the hair-thin tintsof yellow dawn,into the women-coloured twilight
I Stepinto the notmerely immeasurable intothe mightily alive thedear beautiful eternal night