I happened to findYour picture. That picture. I stopped there cold,Like a man raking piles of dead leaves in his yardWho has turned up a severed hand.

I happened to find Your picture. That picture. I stopped there cold, Like a man raking piles of dead leaves in his yard Who has turned up a severed hand.

You must call up every strength you ownAnd you can rip off the whole facial mask.

You must call up every strength you own And you can rip off the whole facial mask.

You still whispered you would not die.Yet in the nights I heard you cryLike a whipped child. . . .

You still whispered you would not die. Yet in the nights I heard you cry Like a whipped child. . . .

Someone will have to weed and spreadThe young sprouts. Sprinkle them in the hourWhen shadow falls across their bed.You should try to look at them every dayBecause when they come to full flowerI will be...

Someone will have to weed and spread The young sprouts. Sprinkle them in the hour When shadow falls across their bed. You should try to look at them every day Because when they come to...

Sweet beast, I have gone prowling,a proud rejected manwho lived along the edgescatch as catch can;in darkness and in hedgesI sang my sour toneand all my love was howlingconspicuously alone.

Of all things, only we have power to choose that we should die; nothing else is free in this world to refuse it.

Of all things, only wehave power to choose that we should die;nothing else is freein this world to refuse it.

I haven’t read one book about A book or memorized one plot, Or found a mind I did not doubt, I learned one date. And then forgot. And one by one the solid scholars Get...

I haven’t read one book aboutA book or memorized one plot,Or found a mind I did not doubt,I learned one date. And then forgot.And one by one the solid scholarsGet the degrees, the jobs, the...

They wear their godhead lightly. They look out from their hill and say, To themselves, “We have nowhere to go but down; The great destination is to stay.”

They wear their godhead lightly.They look out from their hill and say,To themselves, “We have nowhere to go but down;The great destination is to stay.”

Sweet beast, I have gone prowling, a proud rejected man who lived along the edges catch as catch can; in darkness and in hedges I sang my sour tone and all my love was howling...

After experience taught me that all the ordinarySurroundings of social life are futile and vain. . . .

And you, whiner, who wastes your timeDawdling over the remorseless earth,What evil, what unspeakable crimeHave you made your life worth?

And you, whiner, who wastes your time Dawdling over the remorseless earth, What evil, what unspeakable crime Have you made your life worth?

Before we drained out one another’s forceWith lies, self-denial, unspoken regretAnd the sick eyes that blame; before the divorceAnd the treachery.

Before we drained out one another’s force With lies, self-denial, unspoken regret And the sick eyes that blame; before the divorce And the treachery.