“somewhere i have never travelled…”
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in…
Literature
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in…
The Rhodora
On Being Asked, Whence is the Flower?
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I…
I…
Ellis Park
Little park that I pass through,
I carry off a piece of you
Every morning…
I carry off a piece of you
Every morning…
“If men be worlds”
If men be worlds, there is in every one
Something to answer in proportion
All…
Something to answer in proportion
All…
Ode to Beauty
Who gave thee, O Beauty,
The keys of this breast,—
Too credulous lover
Of blest…
The keys of this breast,—
Too credulous lover
Of blest…
The Paradox
No lover saith, I love, nor any other
Can judge a perfect lover ;
He…
Can judge a perfect lover ;
He…
The Milky Way
My mother taught me that every night a procession of junks carrying lanterns moves silently…
since feeling is first
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never…
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never…