The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.
Full many a glorious morning have I seenFlatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,Kissing with golden face the meadows green,Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;Anon permit the basest clouds to rideWith ugly rack on his celestial face,And from the forlorn world his visage hide,Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:Even so my sun one early morn…
A scent of ripeness from over a wall.And come to leave the routine roadAnd look for what had made me stall,There sure enough was an apple treeThat had eased itself of its summer load,And of all but its trivial foliage free,Now breathed as light as a lady’s fan.For there had been an apple fallAs complete…
I met a lady from the South who said(You won’t believe she said it, but she said it):‘None of my family ever worked, or hadA thing to sell.’ I don’t suppose the workMuch matters. You may work for all of me.I’ve seen the time I’ve had to work myself.The having anything to sell is whatIs…
Do you define it as courage?Or is it a kind of outrageSparking off the blood-hued flaresIgniting all particles of wrath present in the airCurses etched on the strips of little paperNailed into the cloth flesh of gnarled voodoo peopleAs the fire nibbles it up, leaving the edges grilled and charred.Or does it spread a smile…
Let not my love be call’d idolatry,Nor my beloved as an idol show,Since all alike my songs and praises beTo one, of one, still such, and ever so.Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,Still constant in a wondrous excellence;Therefore my verse to constancy confined,One thing expressing, leaves out difference.‘Fair, kind and true’ is all my…
We’ve come again to that knee of seacoastno ocean can reach.Tie together all human intellects.They won’t stretch to here.The sky bares its neck so beautifully,but gets no kiss. Only a taste.This is the food that everyone wants,wandering the wilderness, “Please give usYour manna and quail.”We’re here again with the Beloved.This air, a shout. These meadowsounds,an…
