Sea waves are green and wet,
But up from where they die,
Rise others vaster yet,
And those are brown and dry.
They are the sea made land
To come at the fisher town,
And bury in solid sand
The men she could not drown.
She may know cove and cape,
But she does not know mankind
If by any change of shape,
She hopes to cut off mind.
Men left her a ship to sink:
They can leave her a hut as well;
And be but more free to think
For the one more cast-off shell.
Come with rain. O loud Southwester!Bring the singer, bring the nester;Give the buried flower a dream;Make the settled snowbank steam;Find the brown beneath the white;But whate’er you do tonight,Bath my window, make it flow,Melt it as the ice will go;Melt the glass and leave the sticksLike a hermit’s crucifix;Burst into my narrow stall;Swing the picture…
Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,And Phoebus ‘gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chalic’d flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes;With everything that pretty is,My lady sweet, arise:Arise, arise!
My heart is burning with loveAll can see this flameMy heart is pulsing with passionlike waves on an oceanmy friends have become strangersand I’m surrounded by enemiesBut I’m free as the windno longer hurt by those who reproach meI’m at home wherever I amAnd in the room of loversI can see with closed eyesthe beauty…
When in the chronicle of wasted timeI see descriptions of the fairest wights,And beauty making beautiful old rhymeIn praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best,Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,I see their antique pen would have express’dEven such a beauty as you master now.So…
For shame, deny that thou bear’st love to anyWho for thy self art so unprovident.Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,But that thou none lov’st is most evident;For thou art so possessed with murd’rous hate,That ‘gainst thy self thou stick’st not to conspire,Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinateWhich to repair should be thy…
Don’t go anywhere without me.Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,or on the ground, in this world or that world,without my being in its happening.Vision, see nothing I don’t see.Language, say nothing.The way the night knows itself with the moon,be that with me. Be the rosenearest to the thorn that I am.I want…
