I love flowers for being flowers, directly. And I love trees for being trees without my thought.
The Collected Poems of Alberto CaeiroIn the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?
Collected Poems in English and FrenchCan death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death
Complete Poems and Selected LettersBut glad to have sat under Thunder and rain with you, And grateful too For sunlight on the garden.
Collected Poems of Louis MacNeiceHe gains the farthest reaches where the ache of our most ancient absence lay.
Compass of Affection: Poems New and SelectedI know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.
Death and Fame: Last Poems, 1993-1997To make this world a whole lot brighter, when I grow up I'll be a writer.
Been to Yesterdays: Poems of a LifeLove's the son stood stammering elocution while the poor ship in flames went down
The Complete Poems, 1927-1979