anyone lived in a pretty how town(with up so floating many bells down)spring summer autumn winterhe sang his didn’t he danced his didWomen and men(both little and small)cared for anyone not at allthey sowed their...

…remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

Awake,chaos:we have napped.

for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.

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...

when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because

You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

O gouvernment francais, I think it was not very clever of You to put this terrible doll in La Ferte; for when Governments are found dead there is always a little doll on top of...

I am an i poet.

here is little Effie’s headwhose brains are made of gingerbreadwhen the judgment day comesGod will find six crumbsstooping by the coffinlidwaiting for something to riseas the other somethings did–you imagine His surprisebellowing through the general...

sweet spring is yourtime is my time is ourtime for springtime is lovetimeand viva sweet love(all the merry little birds areflying in the floating in thevery spirits singing inare winging in the blossoming)lovers go and...

… (lady i willtouch you with my mind.) Touchyou, that is all/lightly and you utterly will becomewith infinite care/ the poem which i do not write.

love is thicker than forgetmore thinner than recallmore seldom than a wave is wetmore frequent than to failit is most mad and moonlyand less it shall unbethan all the sea which onlyis deeper than the...

deeds cannot dream what dreams can do

trust your heart, if the seas catch fire, and live by love though the stars walk backward.

For whatever we lose (a you or a me)It’s always ourselves we find in the sea.

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...

Humanity i love you because youare perpetually putting the secret oflife in your pants and forgettingit’s there and sitting downon itand because you areforever making poems in the lapof death Humanityi hate you

As small as a world as large as alone.

twice I have lived forever in a smile

mr youse needn’t be so spryconcernin questions artyeach has his tastes but as for ii likes a certain partygimme the he-man’s solid blissfor youse ideas i’ll match yousea pretty girl who naked isis worth a...

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love(who’s imagined,therefore limitless)love’s to giving as to keeping’s give;as yes is to...

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

Such was a poet and shall be and is-who’ll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam’s architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain’s heartbeat in his...

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.

a pretty girl, who naked isis worth a million statues

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...

I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet.

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...

i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

love being such, or such,the normal corners of your heartwill never guess how muchmy wonderful jealousy is dark

listen: there’s a hellof a good universe next door; let’s go

no time agoor else a lifewalking in the darki met christjesus)my heartflopped overand lay stillwhile he passed(asclose as i’m to youyes closermade of nothingexcept loneliness.

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

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— Just tired. So am I.

a politician is an arse uponwhich everyone has sat except a man

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

If”If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie, Life would be delight,– But things couldn’t go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn’t...

may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone.

l(aleaffalls)oneliness

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.

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 a why or because or although(and buds know...

tomorrow is our permanent addressand there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do,we’ll move away still further:into now

a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.