Poetry

Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break As political landscapes dissolve As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree As the oily fish spit out their oily prey As the sun is masked We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into...

Love, a noun - alias substantive, indeed substantive, in the singular form, neither feminine nor masculine, etymologically defenceless. In the plural form defenceless loves. Fear, a common noun, at first in the singular form and then in the plural: fears. Fears of everything from now on. Memory, the first name of sorrows, in the singular form, only in the singular and with no inflection. The memory,...

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too;   If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't...

What blessing shall the bard entreat The god he hallows, as he pours The winecup? Not the mounds of wheat That load Sardinian threshing floors; Not Indian gold or ivory—no, Nor flocks that o'er Calabria stray, Nor fields that Liris, still and slow, Is eating, unperceived, away. Let those whose fate allows them...

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have...

I used to worship the gods grudgingly, and not often, a wanderer expert in a crazy wisdom, but now I am forced to sail back and once again go over the course I had left behind. For Jupiter who usually parts the clouds with the fire of his lightning has driven...

This Morning I Pray for My Enemies And whom do I call my enemy? An enemy must be worthy of engagement.   I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking. It's the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind. The heart is the smaller cousin of...

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day   and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are...

“You may have flaws, live anxious, and sometimes get angry, but never forget that your life is the biggest company in the world. And you can keep it from going bankrupt. There are many people who need, admire and cheer for you. I wish that you always...

All things unto me are queries That from normalness depart, And their ceaseless asking wearies My heart. Things are and seem, and nothing bears The secret of the life it wears. All things' presence e'er is asking Questions of disturbing pain With dreadful hesitation tasking My brain How false is truth? How much doth seem Since...

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