Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun.... there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes ...
To each is given its moment in the blaze, its spark to be surrendered to another when it is sent, so that the blaze may go on. None may deny its spark to the general blaze and live forever. Each is sent to another someday. You are sent; you are on yo...
... the Chinese have become very good at coming up with puns, alternative words, and memes. For example, they talk about the battle between the grass-mud horse and the river crab. The grass-mud horse, caonima, is the phonogram for "mother-fucker" - w...
Song of myself A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it ...
Some of your teachers are actually closer in age to you than you think.
Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which the grass of indecisiveness does not grow.
How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of "green"?
The landscape looks different from every blade of grass.
It is very hard for me to switch from clay to grass.
On grass, it can be the small things that decide a match.
What a great day for football, all we need is some green grass and a ball.
The grass may be greener on the other side, but will the sky be as blue?
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
Dig into the roots of culture, and it will grow. It's like a grass that is growing, and it cannot stop, and music is like the fertilizer for that.
I like grass, I enjoy it and it suits my game.
I'm involved in issues, and issues are about grass-roots politics.
A man is educated and turned out to work. But a woman is educated and turned out to grass.
It's not time that is passing by after all, it's you and I
Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.
Blake pointed at the bed of army jacket, grass, and mint.
It wouldn't be much fun living on a planet where grass could not grow.
