A Paradise of Poems

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist! Faded the flower and all its budded charms, Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes, Faded the shape of beauty from my arms, Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise – Vanish’d unseasonably at shu...

Nice to meet you, I said I admire your strength You have courage and patience I once only dreamt You stand tall and move forward with passion, yet grace Your rivers are flowing, there is light on your face And it emanates to all of the people around And to me, I can see, there is something you’ve found It’s something I was searching, a long while ago A gem in the sand, a stone in the snow I looked...

Who includes diversity and is Nature, Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the great charity of the earth and the equilibrium also, Who has not look’d forth from the windows the eyes for nothing, or whose brain held audience with messengers for nothing, Who contains believers and disbelievers, who is the most majestic lover, Who holds duly his or he...

Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their feet Sore on the alleys cobbled with their brothers. The front line withers. But they are troops who fade, not flowers, For poets’ tearful fooling: Men, gaps for filling: Losses, who might have fought Longer; but no one bothers. II And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themse...

What are you doing here, poet, on the ruins Of St. John's Cathedral this sunny Day in spring? What are you thinking here, where the wind Blowing from the Vistula scatters The red dust of the rubble? You swore never to be A ritual mourner. You swore never to touch The deep wounds of your nation So you would not make them holy With the accursed holiness that pursues Descendants for many centuries. B...

a trembling old man dreams of a chinese garden a comical old man dreams of newspapers under his rabbi's hat a simple tavernkeeper dreams of icicles & fisheyes a sinister tavernkeeper dreams of puddles with an angel of the law in every drop the furrier's plump daughter is dreaming of a patch of old vanilla the furrier's foreign daughter is dreaming of a hat from which a marten hangs the proud a...

1 He takes a book down from his shelf & scribbles across a page of text: I am the final one . This means the world will end when he does. 2 In the Inferno, Dante conceives a Paradise of Poets & calls it Limbo. Foolishly he thinks his place is elsewhere. 3 Now the time has come to write a poem about a Paradise of Poets.

i become little i become tiny i become way bigger than myself i become something i dont care to know for sure splattered amid everything that's all around me tied free and loose bound by air interconnected intent This woven shared perception holy trancending meaning being one singular but not alone different and incomprehensible yet plural, empathetic cathartic together in desire P.S. My talented...

As you set out for Ithaka hope your road is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians, Cyclops, angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them: you’ll never find things like that on your way as long as you keep your thoughts raised high, as long as a rare excitement stirs your spirit and your body. Laistrygonians, Cyclops, wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them unless you bring them...

It sounds unconvincing to say When I was young Though I have long wondered what it would be like To be me now No older at all it seems from here As far from myself as ever Walking in fog and rain and seeing nothing I imagine all the clocks have died in the night Now no one is looking I could choose my age It would be younger I suppose so I am older It is there at hand I could take it Except for th...

Then what is the answer?- Not to be deluded by dreams. To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence, and their tyrants come, many times before. When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose the least ugly faction; these evils are essential. To keep one's own integrity, be merciful and uncorrupted and not wish for evil; and not be duped By dreams of universal justi...

May you recognize in your life the presence, power and light of your soul. May you realize that you are never alone, that your soul in its brightness and belonging connects you intimately with the rhythm of the universe. May you have respect for your own individuality and difference. May you realize that the shape of your soul is unique, that you have a special destiny here, that behind the facade...

The city's all a-shining Beneath a fickle sun, A gay young wind's a-blowing, The little shower is done. But the rain-drops still are clinging And falling one by one -- Oh it's Paris, it's Paris, And spring-time has begun. I know the Bois is twinkling In a sort of hazy sheen, And down the Champs the gray old arch Stands cold and still between. But the walk is flecked with sunlight Where the great a...

IX. And if the sun incarnadine The clouds—green leaves shall be your screen; And if the clouds with jealousy Should weep—we'll beg of some kind tree A moment's hospitality. X. Good cheer is here, if you incline; Moss-hidden springs shall bubble wine While squirrels chuckle, rank on rank, And strawberries from every bank Shall blush to see how deep we drank. XI. Winds of the West shall cool our eye...

Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath the lake, The shadows lengthen      In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is      Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in   &nbsp...

I hid my love when young while I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly I hid my love to my despite Till I could not bear to look at light I dare not gaze upon her face But left her memory in each place Where ere I saw a wild flower lie I kissed and bade my love goodbye I met her in the greenest dells Where dew drops pearl the wood bluebells The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye The bee kissed an...

I love strolling on an empty street at five o’clock in the morning. I love discussing the absurdity of the world with wanderers. I enjoy watching the sunrise, slowly waking up the sleeping world. I enjoy having random philosophical conversations with strangers. I make mistakes. I mess things up. I invite chaos to my life, And then self-sabotage with cries. I’m on a journey to accept my weaknesses,...

”– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light . for the first time in my life I’m going to have a place and the time to create .” no baby, if you’re going to create you’re going to create whether you work 16 hours a day in a coal mine or you’re going to cre...

There are specialists in love. A man beeps without stopping, stuck in the line of traffic. 

In the beginning was the Word but now no one answers.

When men were all asleep the snow came flying,  In large white flakes falling on the city brown,  Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,        Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town;  Deadening, muffling, stifling its murmurs failing;  Lazily and incessantly floating down and down:       &n...

Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye; And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I. So I, as I grow stiff and cold To this and that say Good-bye too; And everybody sees that I am old But you. And one fine morning in a sunny lane Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear That nobody can love their way again While over there You will have smiled, I shall have tosse...

Eighty-four thousand thoughts and ideas, Landscape transformation in the  whirligig of time, Everything is evolving and decaying in front of my eyes. ​ Vivid Colours dancing along with the music of nature, Van Gogh’s painting in a tangible form. Infinite fractals emerging and disappearing like the Mandelbrot set and Mandala of Sanskrit. Ram Dass’s message comes into my mind, “We’re all just w...

Within the flower there lies a seed, Within the seed there springs a tree, Within the tree there spreads a wood. In the wood there burns a fire, And in the fire there melts a stone, Within the stone a ring of iron. Within the ring there lies an O, Within the O there looks an eye, In the eye there swims a sea, And in the sea reflected sky, And in the sky there shines the sun, Within the sun a bird...

Yours is the face that the earth turns to me, Continuous beyond its human features lie The mountain forms that rest against the sky. With your eyes, the reflecting rainbow, the sun's light Sees me; forest and flower, bird and beast Know and hold me forever in the world's thought, Creation's deep untroubled retrospect. When your hand touches mine it is the earth That takes me—the green grass, And r...