I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which growshigher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
En algún lugar al que nunca he viajado, gozosamente más alláde cualquier experiencia, tus ojos tienen su silencio:en tu gesto más frágil hay cosas que me abarcan,o que no puedo tocar porque están dema...
And what I want to know is how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Seeker Of Truthseeker of truthfollow no path
Me up at doesout of the floorquietly Starea poisoned mousestill who aliveis asking What
I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture of a town. These streets with their houses did not exist, they were but a ludicrous pr...
I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),It's always our self we find in the sea.
Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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...
When god lets my body beFrom each brave eye shall sprout a treefruit that dangles therefromthe purpled world will dance uponBetween my lips which did singa rose shall beget the springthat maidens whom...
The poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.
The hillslike poets put onpurple thought againstthe magnificent clamor ofdaytorturedin gold
NOthIng cansurPassthe mySteRyofstilLness
My blood approves,and kisses are a far better fatethan wisdom
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...
I thank You God for most this amazingday:for the leaping greenly spirits of treesand a blue true dream of sky; and for everythingwhich is natural which is infinite which is yes(i who have died am aliv...
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