Myöhemmin mies ryömii sohvatyynyjen alleeikä tule pois eikä näe,että nainen työntää sudenkorennontoukan multaanja mullasta kasvaa kotelo.Kotelosta suru,mustasiipinen korento:siivet seinästä seinään ja lento niin matala,että pitää maata lattiallakädet kylkiä vasten.

You and I, under the moonlight, together until the stars don’t shine any more… The world slips away as we dance in the fire as we had never yet danced…in anticipation of the red flame,...

At Times I Am A Flower…at times I am a flower ~singularly defined …

Do You Believe…on this road of lifeon this dayI take younow husband and wife…

And now we who are writing women and strange monstersStill search our hearts to find the difficult answers,Still hope that we may learn to lay our handsMore gently and more subtly on the burning sands.

Monster a person though monster not human.Monster like music. Like Beatles! Like Schumann!World full of stupid. World full of noise.Monster feel ANGRY. No birthday. No joys.World full of JUNK monster not comprehend.What is a childhood?...

Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain,I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane,Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole,But now...

Trăm năm là ngắn, một ngày dài ghê

You smile and draw me near and whisper, “Do as dreamers do.”I lean to you and whisper in your ear, “I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.

Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit

If you are a dreamer, come sit by my fire. For we have some flax-golden tales to spin; come in! Come in!

I chase the wind and get lost in the clouds. I’m sweep into darkness in my search for the light.

God sent as a revelation the gift of dance so his creation may experience one of the divine pleasures of paradise.

It is when things are at worst you will get the best.

In past wars only homes burnt, but this timeDon’t be surprised if even loneliness ignites.In past wars only bodys burnt, but this timeDon’t be surprised if even shadows ignite.

kau bukan gula-gula kapas,yang bagiku cuma lembut,kau terlahir sebagai popkon,yang rangup dan manis,yang aku nikmati dalam gelap,menghadap pelbagai genre,dilayar panggung.

My love, I have tried with all my beingto grasp a form comparable to thine own,but nothing seems worthy;I know now why Shakespeare could notcompare his love to a summer’s day.It would be a crime...

Some say an army of horsemensome an army on footothers say ships laden for warare the fairest things on earth.But I say the fairest sighton this dark earthis the face of the one you love.Nor...

The WeaverMy life is but a weavingbetween my Lord and me;I cannot choose the colorsHe worketh steadily.Oft times He weaveth sorrowAnd I, in foolish pride,Forget He sees the upper,And I the underside.Not til the loom...

wesat theresmokingcigarettesat5in the morning.

A mask you ask? Optional I find!Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.

With a metal heartI came to this life,My head was a crucible, full of elixir.Pearl by pearlMy heart was poured,Drop by dropMy head was splashed.The world was entirely a magnet.

Your thoughts were deeper than your mind, your little eyes pierced through the heart of your nation.

Not all that have fallen are vanquished.

The Garden En robe de parade. – SamainLike a skein of loose silk blown against a wallShe walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,And she is dying piece-mealof a sort of emotional...

The ChairI’m writing to you, who made the archaic wooden chairlook like a throne while you sat on it.Amidst your absence, I choose to sit on the floor,which is dusty as a dry Kansas day.I...

THE MOON was but a chin of goldA night or two ago,And now she turns her perfect faceUpon the world below.Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone;Her eye unto the summer...

Furthermore, he had beautiful eyes.

Bitter and Frail, young and weak. Smiles are useless, talk is cheap, Give thou venom, fangs like slime, Ugly freak for all of time. An empty gift just from me, Give it now, so mote...

Every poem is an infant labored into birth and I am drenched with sweating effort, tired from the pain and hurt of being a man, in the poem I transform myself into a woman.

When he was in college, a famous poet made a useful distinction for him. He had drunk enough in the poet’s company to be compelled to describe to him a poem he was thinking of....

My tears of joyhear the raindrops crying,as the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you….(From the poem “Only For You” By Munia Khan)

Such a small, pure object a poem could be, made of nothing but air a tiny string of letters, maybe small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. But it could blow everybody’s...

The Bane…where coxswain’s dirtand seaman’s shirtsbrushed bawdily upon her chest…

Come, let us speak with our bodies.Teach me how to please you.I am here to learn.Let us not waste this time.It is the hour of union.ComeAnd after you do,Come again.

Oh, a sleeping drunkard Up in Central Park, And a lion-hunter In the jungle dark, And a Chinese dentist,And a British queen–All fit togetherIn the same machine.Nice, nice, very nice;Nice, nice, very nice; Nice, nice,...

Yo no me calloPerdone el ciudadano esperanzadomi recuerdo de acciones miserables,que levantan los hombres del pasado.Yo predico un amor inexorable.Y no me importa perro ni persona:sólo el pueblo es en mí considerable:sólo la Patria a...

We turned an anthem into an assignment, a poem into a job description.

I fought for you, I fought for usI fought for the memories and the laughter that came upon us,Now here we are, we have become unknown people to each other,Worlds apart in an instant, for...

All that I desire in life are three…A wilderness: A beach on the sun-drenched sea,A puff of opium,And thee.

Amy King is a true bard.

If Love is Pure, Love is Simple

As a youth, I listened to the rain from the bowers of pleasure houses,Red silk drapes translucent in the glow of candlelight.In my prime, I listened to the rain as a traveler,The sky low, the...

She who is a dancer can only sway the silk of her hair like the summer breeze.

The echo of a red rose at the sunset, you decided to check out.

Nothing gold can stay.

Oh che sanguinosa e spaziosa portaFa l’una e l’altra spada ovunque giugna,Nell’arme e nelle carni! E se la vitaNon esce, sdegno tienla al petto unita.

Maybe you think life is not worth living, but is death worth dying for?

If you are still alive when you read this,close your eyes. I amunder their lids, growing black.

unaccountably we are aloneforever aloneand it was meant to bethat way,it was never meantto be any other way–and when the death strugglebeginsthe last thing I wish to seeisa ring of human faceshovering over me–better just...