Praėjusią savaitę ponia Modžeri paskolino man knygą. Ji vadinasi “Oksfordo šiuolaikinės poezijos antologija, 1892-1935”. Jie leido tokiam žmogui, pavarde Jytsas, atrinkti eilėraščius. Geriau jau būtų to nedarę. Kas jis toks – ir ką jis išmano...

When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around...

Oh, there are no living poets, Miss Van Damn. We’re not entirely sure there ever were. They’ve found some shreds of sonnets in England and, embedded in a chalk wall of a cave in France,...

She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.

I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with...

kau mata, aku airmatamu…

God would seem to indicate to us and not allow us to doubt that these beautiful poems are not human, or the work of man, but divine and the work of God; and that the...

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep…and last night’sdream.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence…Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and...

To write good poems is the secret of brevity.

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

I love not man the less, but nature more

I put my faith in something unknown, beyond the moon, sun, and stars, one day I will own. I put my faith in something, renew. Beyond the rivers, deserts, mountains and valleys.One day it shall...

Remove the computer chipslodged in your brain before they convince youthat you’ve gone insane…Take a bite out of realityinstead of becominga reality byte.

I believe in family values and following your dreams.

Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.

…you fantasize about me reading my poems to you – it doesn’t work that way – I write down everything later – living is not an after-thought…

Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

A crimson fire that vanquishes the stars;A pungent odor from the dusty sage;A sudden stirring of the huddled herds;A breaking of the distant table-landsThrough purple mists ascending, and the flareOf water ditches silver in the...

La Courbe de tes yeuxLa courbe de tes yeux fait le tour de mon coeur,Un rond de danse et de douceur,Auréole du temps, berceau nocturne et sûr,Et si je ne sais plus tout ce que...

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.