A poet is a feeling, sentient being, not a word machine.
He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.
Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times.
Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a home. Let the silence rise from unwatered graves and craters left by bomb...
He shall rule, whom they look not for that dwell upon the earth, and the fowls shall take their flight away together:
Use the wings of the flying Universe, Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.
I can sense your love,why leave me in darkness?Beguile me for your amusement,stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes.When we are apart, I...
Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die
I have found so much beauty in the dark,as I have found a lot of horror in the light.
All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;but a hidden star can still be smiling at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.