If only I had followed my true intent
If only I had done the things that I meant
If only I had done the things that I could
And not simply done the things that I should
If only a day had lasted a year
And I had not lived in constant fear
Mr Ifonly sat down and he cried:
I could really have lived if only I had tried!
Now life has past me by and its such a crime,
Said Mr Ifonly who had run out of time
One week or a few centuries?How long does a man spend living or dyingand what do we mean when we say gone forever?Adrift in such preoccupations, we seek clarification.We can go to the philosophersbut they will weary of our questions.We can go to the priests and rabbisbut they might be busy with administrations.So, how long…
Am never likely to go again.Faces are lost, and places passedAt which I could have stopped,And stopping, been glad enough.Some faces left a mark,And I on them might have wroughtSome kind of charm or spellTo make their futures work,But it’s hard to guessHow one person on anotherWorks an influence.We pass, and lit briefly by one…
Now perhapsAt precisely 2a.m.You will not get upAnd gathering your things togetherGo forever.Perhaps now you will find it isFar too early to go,Or far too late,And stay forever
‘It’s got no scales, no fins and no gills,And ignores the impassable dam.’‘There’s something new in the trees.’I heard a bloated thrush sing.‘It’s got no beak, no claws, and no feathers,And not even the ghost of a wing.’‘There’s something new in the warren,’Said the rabbit to the doe.‘It’s got no fur, no eyes and no…
when the retina’s light fades;what dawns inside me will light you.In our public lives we may confine ourselves to darkness,our nowhere mouths explain away our dreams,but alone we are incorruptible creatures,our light sunk too deep to be of any social usewe wander free and perfect without movingor love on hard carpetswhere couples revolving round the…
There was no way i could fail.Q1. Describe the taste of the Moon.It tastes like Creation I wrote,it has the flavour of starlight.Q2. What colour is Love?Love is the colour of the water a manlost in the desert finds, I wrote.Q3. Why do snowflakes melt?I wrote, they melt because they fallon to the warm tongue…
