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.

life’s not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can loveand who shall be continually reborn, a human being.

Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

hate blows a bubble of despair intohugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woeand up comes yesterday most green and young

The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.

to be nobody-but-yourself in a world which is doing its’ best, night and day, to make you just like everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight; and never...

Anybody can learn to think, or believe, or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel… the moment you feel, you’re nobody ― but-yourself ― in a world which is doing...

may my heart always be open to littlebirds who are the secrets of livingwhatever they sing is better than to knowand if men should not hear them men are oldmay my mind stroll about hungryand...

Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violetsdandelionsAnd the big bullying daisies through the field wonderfulwith eyes a little sorryAnother comes also picking flowers