They were selling love outside the market near the corner shop, It was illegal. I watched them day by day try to get away from the law-makers. They looked like murderers. No one came by to buy it or offer them their kindness, Love is too expensive to be bought in these ways, Everyone grew… Read More Illegalities
Walter de la Mare One moment take thy rest. Out of mere nought in space Beauty moved human breast To tell in this far face A dream in noonday seen, Never to fade or pass; A breath-time’s mute delight; A joy in flight: The aught desire doth mean Sighing, Alas!
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I… Read More Song of the Open Road, I
Great carnal mountains crouching in the cloud That marrieth the young earth with a ring, Yet still its thoughts builds heavenward, whence spring Wee villages of vapor, sunset-proud.— And to the meanest door hastes one pure-browed White-fingered star, a little, childish thing, The busy needle of her light to bring, And stitch, and stitch, upon… Read More Sunset
Do not fear. The garden is yours And it is yours to gather the fruits And every flower of every kind, And to set the high wall about it And the closed gates. The gates of your wall no hand shall open, Not feet shall pass, Through all the days until your return. Do not… Read More The Garden
Surfacing upon daybreak you let go of yesterday’s fears and try again afraid, Reliving the symptoms of society’s ills, you make do with performance anxiety and try by all means to live out of courage, But mama never told you courage comes expensive, How do you make do with no money in the bank, Hand… Read More PAPER
He said: “In the winter dusk When the pavements were gleaming with rain, I walked thru a dingy street Hurried, harassed, Thinking of all my problems that never are solved. Suddenly out of the mist, a flaring gas-jet Shone from a huddled shop. I saw thru the bleary window A mass of playthings: False-faces hung… Read More The Lighted Window