And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. They shall inherit the earth.
The eclipses of poets are not foretold in the calender.
For the way of the comets is the poet's way.
Politic, cautious, and meticulous; full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse
I have two enemies in all the world, Two twins, inseparably fused: The hunger of the hungry and the fullness of the full.
Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself— inside the dome of dark or under the cracking white of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow. Tonight as i...
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My rough peasant's body digs in you and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth. I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me, and nigh swamped me with ...
To the end of this age. Oh, a thousand years Will Hardly leach,” he thought, “this dust of that fire.
I never spoke — unless addressed — And then, 'twas brief and low — I could not bear to live — aloud — The Racket shamed me so — And if it had not been so far — And any one I knew Were going — I had often thought How noteless — I cou...
A wave of Time hangs motionless on this particular shore. I notice a tree, arsenical grey in the light, or the slow Wheel of the stars, the Great Bear glittering colder than snow, And remember there was something else I was hoping for.
Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shal...
-tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do, we’ll move away still further:into now
The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread. When evil-doing comes...
