O’ Maiden of a quiet, mournful, repose
O’ Maiden of a quiet, mournful, repose Wasn’t it not love at beauty’s doze That your sweet dark eyes spoke Of this emanated dew ragged rose. Wasn’t it a boy in manlier clothes?
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The greyer the storm light folds
A soft temperance smile brakes From the bars of the raging sea; Where wave on salt corrosive wave Once purged loves sweetest melody. But age and faith are truer friends
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Who stars in our night?
What hour of space Covenants this day, Dawning, Ever-Over Nearer: further: away. What fountains of air Suck lungs to breathe After autumns, care Of a rootless, leaf.
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All long' the reign of absorption
Footprints’ of people now unforeseen’ Travelling cogent in one direction, Such is the felicity the raiment of a dream. Each death-nail step a predestination,
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Can I bask in the meadow?
Can I bask in the meadow? Of her sunlit shade; Breathe in the musk tomorrow That holds her golden name. Can I walk in the garden? Along her rivers of pain Where the surface woodlands
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Zola Budd and Big Books
I am Zola Budd or an aspiring bum. Remember her, when they did get her in spikes you didn’t know if you were watching track and field or a remixed edition of Death Race 2000.
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Icarus
I was a moth with pale wings patterned with coffee rings, thinking that one flutter could make your heart skip a beat.
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True Equality.
This is what I told my children, thought I might be onto something.
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Solitary Man
Why are we always the last to know what others think of us? The answers there, if we look hard enough.
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the rush
the river rushes through like the thoughts through my mind!...
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