Sonnet LXXXI |
And now, you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.The night turns on its invisible wheels,and you are pure beside me as sleeping amber.No one el...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 22:08:00 GMT |
On Being a Lover |
Water From Your SpringWhat was in that candle's lightthat opened and consumed me so quickly?Come back, my friend! The form of our loveis not a created form.Nothing can help me but that beauty.Th...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 16:22:00 GMT |
The Sunrise Ruby |
In the early morning hour, just before dawn, lover and beloved wakeand take a drink of water.She asks, "Do you love me or yourself more?Really, tell the absolute truth."He says, "There's nothing left ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 16:17:00 GMT |
Sweet Thing |
This song is from the 1968 album "Astral Weeks".Sweet Thing(Van Morrison)Intro:(E Fm A B6)E FmAnd I will stroll the merry way A B6And jump the hedges firstE...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Oct 2007 15:31:00 GMT |
When Things are Right |
Somebody had a sticker on their refrigerator once, "Smile." And I said, "Why do you have this sticker on your refrigerator?" "Oh, it's nice to be reminded." Nice t...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 14:45:00 GMT |
To Garden the World |
To the garden the world anew ascending,Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,Curious here behold my resurrection after slumber,The revolving cy...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 22:18:00 GMT |
The Saddest Poem of All |
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.I can write the sad...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 22:22:00 GMT |
If you forget me... |
I want you to knowone thing.You know how this is:If I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 21:56:00 GMT |
love is the ultimate act of revolution |
love is the ultimate act of revolution, of resistance to today's tedious, socially restrictive, culturally constrictive, humanly meaningless world. Love is subversive, because it poses a threat ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 20:54:00 GMT |
Sonnet 8 |
If your eyes were not the color of the moon,of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air,if you were not an amber week,&nbs...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 08:30:00 GMT |
