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 fishing boats colors of the rainbow endlinehere  ash wednesday trying to remember my dream endlinehere  snowy morn pouring another cup of black coffee endlinehere  shortest day flames dance in the oven endlinehere  haze half the horse hidden behind the house endlinehere  low sun the lady in red on high heels endlinehere  advent the passing stranger farts endlinehere  tarn a bubble in the ice endlinehere  snowflakes new asphalt in the holes endlinehere  crystal night gusts of rain outside endlinehere  rain the sound of a horse galloping through leaves endlinehere  winter stars suddenly a whiff of perfume endlinehere  hungry half of the moon hidden endlinehere  rain another leaf down endlinehere  sharia the sound of one hand clapping endlinehere  the sound of geese drowned by the sound of the train this morning endlinehere  autumn sun my shadow over tombstones endlinehere  fly fishing the sound of the wind in the reel endlinehere  december a long shadow joins another endlinehere  end of path snowflakes melting on the pond endlinehere  morning frost she leaves first endlinehere  evening walk smell of tar between pines endlinehere  dachau a blue sky above the chimneys endlinehere  deep autumn the apple colder in the tree endlinehere  visiting the graves stronger the october wind at my grandparents endlinehere  over the hedge a dragonfly east endlinehere  a bubble bursts on surface full moon endlinehere  rain the white lilac low endlinehere  my hand on her hip full moon endlinehere  three petals fall from the purple coneflower almost summer endlinehere  instant message moon reveals more of herself each night endlinehere  out of the well by the bucket i hunt a moon endlinehere  nude beach a stranger covers me with his shadow endlinehere  garden wedding under the cherry blossoms the brides blush deepens endlinehere  rainy new york from the tenth storey window black umbrellas bloom endlinehere  drunk on the beach the moon in my sake cup disappears endlinehere  faintly purple against the moon pines in the light endlinehere  the last light of day purple rhododendrons dissolve in the dark endlinehere  wisteria blooming before the end of rain endlinehere  through lace the tracery of frost on glass endlinehere  rain falls from the trees on the blue iris endlinehere  winter beach three grey lines of sand sea and sky endlinehere  winter white peonies in falling snow endlinehere  long illness pink dogwood blooming without me endlinehere  lunch al fresco leaving out a chair for the sun endlinehere  the attention his dog gets homeless man endlinehere  remembering a song from my childhood plum blossoms endlinehere  fathers pills the palette of autumn leaves endlinehere  end of summer our memories in zip files endlinehere  waking up with freckles curls summer break endlinehere  long night on my windowa spider climbing the moon endlinehere  train window the fingerprints from past journeys endlinehere  old love letter the crinkled edges of poppy petals endlinehere  his scent gone from every room winter jasmine endlinehere  overnight snow his side of the bed untouched endlinehere  forest trail running to the end of my thoughts endlinehere  learning to eat around bruises winter apples endlinehere  winter night extending my word on scrabble endlinehere  thumbing through an old rolodex winter light endlinehere  dandelion field my voice dissipates in the wind endlinehere  trailing behind the other hikers taste of dust endlinehere  summer break the sun scatters my freckles endlinehere  summers end in a jar of shells the smell of salt air endlinehere  early morning dew squeezing the last drop from my teabag endlinehere  spring fever tree roots cracking the concrete endlinehere  tourist season the zen garden fills up with noise endlinehere  unknotting the phone cord mothers day endlinehere  glowing embers i start my story from the end endlinehere  office window comings and goings of butterflies endlinehere  beach stroll dipping our feet in the stars endlinehere  all day rain lowering the blinds in her dollhouse endlinehere  late night stroll through parted curtains lives of others endlinehere  dusting off the piano keys autumn wind endlinehere  autumn rain puddles fill up with moonlight endlinehere  mountain cave from out of darkness the morning light endlinehere  after its first flight the young gerfalcons talons tighter on my glove endlinehere  winter roses i am tired of reading between the lines endlinehere  storm the monologue of every tree endlinehere  candle snuffer our eyes adjust to the smoke wisp endlinehere  the patter and hiss of gentle raining cloudlight endlinehere  lull reading into the braille of your goose bumps endlinehere  afternoon malaise slant light at the oranges bowl endlinehere  first day of school the house fills with the space between second hand ticks endlinehere  downpour the dead animal smell shifts toward memory endlinehere  dusk the last whistle of something as i turn on a reading light endlinehere  airport window the cloud of my breath as your plane reaches the clouds endlinehere  midnight moon afraid to turn another page endlinehere  in the no name vine bluebirds at the red berries endlinehere  fresh snow the new neighbors with all the porch lights on endlinehere  night shift a quick break to look at the stars endlinehere  freeze warning light from the arc welder brightens the night endlinehere  freeze warning the need to pee once we hit traffic endlinehere  freeze warning just enough change for coffee endlinehere  freeze warning from the end of the bar she looks back endlinehere  freeze warning a couple of homeless guys feeding seagulls endlinehere  dust distant thunder moves on endlinehere  porn shop each cock stares at her endlinehere  scrabble dictionary lighting one candle from another endlinehere  rusting nail the coffinmaker talks of price endlinehere  labor day i dust of my resume endlinehere  that fart prayer fans all sermon long endlinehere  thaw a winter moth struggles against a spider thread endlinehere  skylight a contrail crosses her line of coke endlinehere  antique store the ocean loud in a seashell endlinehere  dusk songbirds voices disappear too endlinehere  indian summer rouging her cheeks as she waits for a drink endlinehere  evening service light beams into the night endlinehere  food channel between commercials dinner burns endlinehere  autumn along the highway buzzards wait endlinehere  evening shadows the things we deny become more visible endlinehere  rain puddle a refugee child stirs the cold moon endlinehere  wildflowers in each clay pot abandoned family garden endlinehere  cold winter another patch in the old blanket endlinehere  withered peony her love story after menopause endlinehere  womens day nothing has changed except her facebook status endlinehere  climatic change under heavy snow the refugee camp endlinehere  jury duty the clock pendulum goes back and forth endlinehere  summer breeze someone practices drums in the valley endlinehere  no rain the sound of crunched grass endlinehere  museum so hot the mummy sweats endlinehere  summer rain drops descend the lily leaf by leaf endlinehere  hail storm the golfers run for cover endlinehere  night sax dreams in b flat endlinehere  between thunder and lightning zero endlinehere  i rescue a mouse from the cat burnt steak endlinehere  memorial day an old couple rereads the letter endlinehere  saturday night someone vomits beneath the blossoms endlinehere  evening rain buying cherry trees online endlinehere  mid april the grass finally looks like grass endlinehere  noon sun someone playing scales on a saxophone endlinehere  shaving i share the mirror with a spider endlinehere  spring flies buzz above my head e flat endlinehere  starless sky dead batteries in the flashlight endlinehere  out of the fog a white barn with painted butterflies endlinehere  paint peels off the old white house march thaw endlinehere  same path even in deep snow the blind horse endlinehere  spring day two hawks circle below the contrails endlinehere  spring rain cars slowly leave the cemetery endlinehere  beautiful orange butterfly lands on his shoulder oblivious endlinehere  trembling the hair ribbon falls with inhibitions endlinehere  sixty miles later red leaves from my mums garden stuck to my windscreen endlinehere  profound blue of night the resin and salt of pines so far from the sea endlinehere  scattered in the ditch like tiny scraps of blue sky bits of plastic bag endlinehere  japanese garden the pouring rain on the stone buddha endlinehere  spring sun the yellow house just painted endlinehere  leap year the old mans cane also left its tracks endlinehere  wild life a fly crosses in front of the tv endlinehere  traffic jam moon passes through the earths shadow endlinehere  guest room the silence of the moon at the window endlinehere  sleepless night full moon has arrived to other window endlinehere  winter darkness last train runs into the tunnel endlinehere  winter day all those nude statues in the park endlinehere  winter blackout all the house full of night endlinehere  clear sky an old man sweeps fallen leaves endlinehere  tonights quake trees without leaves at sunshine endlinehere  empty room the shadows of nails on the walls endlinehere  humid morning a bee floats in the fountain endlinehere  autumn flowers old men at the park taking the sun endlinehere  back to school the sun lights the orange juice endlinehere  distant hurricane in the middle of the rain a phone rings endlinehere  distant thunder a businessman talking on cell phone endlinehere  spring rain between she and me hundreds of drops endlinehere  monday morning a white butterfly follows the train line endlinehere  after the quake a leaf falls on the patio endlinehere  waiting for the bus a street dog sniffs my shadow endlinehere  sound of the rain after a while she calls my name endlinehere  window pane at the end of my finger the cold moon endlinehere  spring break colorful tents in the desert endlinehere  long trip at the end of highway the moon endlinehere  cityscape the moon rises from a chimney endlinehere  waiting for the bus at the end of the street sunset endlinehere  warm winter day the smell of a new book endlinehere  factory wall the smell of a new graffiti endlinehere  half yellow moon workers talk about tortillas endlinehere  valentines day the heart balloon dont enters the taxi endlinehere  trash can flies and shadows of flies endlinehere  traffic jam women talk about men in the radio endlinehere  abandoned car accumulated leaves on the windshield endlinehere  sudden rain fallen candies on the sidewalk endlinehere  empty square no more christmas lights endlinehere  new year light dust of one day on the keyboard endlinehere  cold rain thousands like me going to work endlinehere  monday dawn the silence of traffic lights endlinehere  first frost only two passengers speak endlinehere  subway heat the breeze of the arriving train endlinehere  traffic jam another star appears in the sky endlinehere  waiting for the bus my shadow also changes postures endlinehere  lightning at window the stopped train in the storm endlinehere  windless day a man whistling on the street endlinehere  traffic at night she talks about cholesterol endlinehere  night of stars moths circle the street lamp endlinehere  turn off the lights the night outside and inside the room endlinehere  autumn cleaning a desk drawer full of dry pens endlinehere  the taxi driver tells me about his life autumn rain endlinehere  pigeons on wires he tunes his guitar beside a pole endlinehere  night of stars a white ball floats in the pool endlinehere  cloudy day the horn of a yellow cab endlinehere  bus stop a womans perfume in the air endlinehere  subway window she smiles at my reflection endlinehere  looking at her childhood photos my girlfriend older than me endlinehere  morning sun the long shadows of little stones endlinehere  crescent moon she is cutting her nails in the garden endlinehere  night of stars in the next room my sick mother endlinehere  new years balloons the pregnant woman staring at the mirror endlinehere  cloudy sunset a lone traffic light turns red endlinehere  soccer championship the winter moon on the stadium endlinehere  christmas lights the silhouette of trees in the dark endlinehere  winterscape a traffic sign in the snow points to no way endlinehere  glass tower the moon is part of the west facade endlinehere  crowded bus every passenger breathes the same autumn endlinehere  new yellow car autumn leaves on the windscreen endlinehere  bus window she travels with the full moon on her head endlinehere  thicker dust on a little buddha early autumn endlinehere  sidewalk cafe on the empty seats fallen leaves endlinehere  dogs barking perhaps i was a cat in other life endlinehere  scent of rain in the open window no mosquito endlinehere  autumn wind a line of red traffic lights becomes sunset endlinehere  subway window she and her reflection cry at the same time endlinehere  million city another street lamp into the night endlinehere  a line of traffic lights change from red to green summer full moon endlinehere  apartment tower a new letter for the dead neighbor endlinehere  washing my clothes somebody looks at me crescent moon endlinehere  cloudy day a penny shines on the sidewalk endlinehere  open window the sound of rain interrupts my dream endlinehere  summer rain another me walks home under me endlinehere  flea market a still fly is part of the old clock endlinehere  with each sip from the bottle moonlight on my face endlinehere  fallen leaves some stars shine in the sky endlinehere  unemployed but im writing haiku about the rain endlinehere  waiting room stars appear one by one endlinehere  a line of ants the empire state building in the distance endlinehere  pan fried trout i learn something new about my father endlinehere  long before i came long after i leave blossoming pear endlinehere  falling star another woman says me too endlinehere  winter solstice the growing darkness on death row endlinehere  a hearse leaves the prison compound cold moon endlinehere  summer heat dragonflies escape from the convicts pencil endlinehere  independence day watchtower guards locked and loaded endlinehere  the convicts debt nearly paid in full waning moon endlinehere  wind chill a few crows among the homeless endlinehere  year end a convicts calendar full of xs endlinehere  visiting day blue mascara on a convicts wife endlinehere  waning moon a faux cease fire in aleppo endlinehere  pearl harbor day the koi pond littered with fallen leaves endlinehere  the snakes dead skin left in the driveway mustang cobra endlinehere  amid war and rumors of war another grandchild endlinehere  spring cleaning long neglected baseball cards see the light of day endlinehere  long night the waterfalls icy silence endlinehere  gale winds the stone buddha remains centered endlinehere  windstorm the berry stains on the path endlinehere  pissing in a puddle droplets of moonlight on her sandal endlinehere  indian summer the neighbors daughter sunbathes beside their empty pool endlinehere  chill night new fallen pear blossoms glow in the moonlight endlinehere  fresh cut lawn a dozen fireflies inspect the job endlinehere  mothers day he laces her shoes endlinehere  breakup my daughters voice cracks across two continents endlinehere  just friends a taste of summer in her kiss endlinehere  fired at last i wake on time endlinehere  day of blossoms a nurse erases mothers name endlinehere  mothers day a nurse unties the restraints endlinehere  mother gone moonlight shimmers the last white rose endlinehere  moving day the kids pack up my first marriage endlinehere  morphine drip my father asks me for more time endlinehere  stonehenge scent of lemon from the hotel soap endlinehere  waiting the morning the sun at the tip of the branches of the maple tree endlinehere  changing winds bring up your kite and the dow endlinehere  summer solstice longer days shorter writings endlinehere  spring wind scattering flowers of the magnolia her nineteen years endlinehere  bowing ones head passing under the lilac heavy with snow endlinehere  last note before she takes the bus cold winter morning endlinehere  passing between the shadow of the maple and the moon endlinehere  last moon before irradiation hiroshima endlinehere  fresh autumn breeze or the advance of age forgotten tea endlinehere  moonless night a cereus cactus opens solstice blooms endlinehere  sudden gust carp leap from poles to gulp the air endlinehere  chill wind beneath the monks robe a naked monk endlinehere  screen of pine white silence glides on egret wings endlinehere  sand through fingers a tracery of palms on midnight blue endlinehere  silken winds i am wrapped in quietness of cottonwood seeds endlinehere  back and forth grinding ink slowly the weight of my words endlinehere  fogged window a blend of green and gray hot tea with milk endlinehere  morning fog dissolving cypress sfumato endlinehere  slice of moon the scent of jasmine spills into thick darkness endlinehere  all day rain i add more flour to the kneaded dough endlinehere  march snow the scent of lilacs pressed in my book endlinehere  windless night a deeper silence after the train endlinehere  december night now and then the owls soft voice endlinehere  the lonely feeling of dylans harmonica evening star endlinehere  evening train going the same way as the sun endlinehere  old roses blooming again september evening endlinehere  cottonwood leaves the quiet way they soften the night endlinehere  insomnia a light flickers in the foothills endlinehere  chinook wind the softness of a day in february endlinehere  long day over at last alone with the wind endlinehere  insomnia a lone light on the mountainside endlinehere  nightfall my thoughts linger awhile on the old days endlinehere  winter night old trees filled with stars endlinehere  as if summer had no end wildflowers endlinehere  all day headache watching the moon rise with the wind endlinehere  winter pond my stone ricochets into the reeds endlinehere  echoes two owls somewhere in the night endlinehere  insomnia the sound of a goose lost in the night endlinehere  the time it takes to learn how to be silent blue mountains endlinehere  homesick a hot wind rattles the cottonwood leaves endlinehere  huddled cows their steam thickens the valley mist endlinehere  gaza murdered children my faded lilacs endlinehere  alep bombings at my bathroom window the misted full moon endlinehere  schedule screen the spider spinned its web between two tramways endlinehere  in the greyness the ros bottle of the homeless endlinehere  subway station ads as only light the day after the bombs endlinehere  leap year looking a her twins a squinting woman endlinehere  less cars in front of the brothels valentines day endlinehere  on my smartphone mount fuji in the sunset morning coffee endlinehere  after the bell just the rain on the umbrellas ashes to ashes endlinehere  for just a moment the warmth of our tears cold rain endlinehere  morning run observing me at the observatory the fox endlinehere  the evasive look of a teen without make up first buds endlinehere  evening bus this man in the reflection is it me endlinehere  her cooled tea in the middle of the table first snow endlinehere  evening tram her diamond on her nose a star endlinehere  more piercing in the autumn mist the blackbirds song endlinehere  asleep a golden dot on her ear bus forty one endlinehere  emptied fountain carried by the autumn wind silt scent endlinehere  the silence of the april rain after the shower endlinehere  back to school still a bit of high tide near sand dunes endlinehere  around the moon slowly the haze above the crickets endlinehere  watching the moon moving behind the oak summer wind endlinehere  autumn freshness nourishing a child of eighty years old endlinehere  saturday morning under the japanese cherrytree a pink puddle endlinehere  the big dipper moving on the water spring rain endlinehere  spring night were chatting peacefully near the violets endlinehere  ex girlfriend with a baby carriage spring rain endlinehere  tonight a moorhen perturbing the great bear endlinehere  first snow a loser teenager dead from an overdose endlinehere  new moon nothing else on the lake than the calls of the moorhens endlinehere  low clouds listening to the snow sleepless night endlinehere  apple pie scents my dead grandmother cooking in a photo album endlinehere  haku written in the underground unreadable endlinehere  friday evening the silence of the office on my keyboard endlinehere  after the fireworks he marvels at the moon endlinehere  o clock am behind the thick fog fresh bread scents endlinehere  in the rear view mirror the loving look of the mother her reciting daughter endlinehere  in the empty schoolyard only plastic bags are going the rounds endlinehere  the smell of her hands on the neck of the bottle drinking greedily endlinehere  a pen in a hand shes counting the empty bottles im counting her assets endlinehere  opening the window and smelling the white lilac bloomed last night endlinehere  late season christmas lights illuminate a golden buddha endlinehere  a hint of blue still in the passing of these clouds sip of coffee endlinehere  bedtime trying not to count maimed solders endlinehere  indian summer the viagra stock deflates endlinehere  pregnant again the fluttering of moths against the window endlinehere  for a moment the gull in the air is very white endlinehere  fly be afraid no buddhists in this house endlinehere  spring breeze between pages of an old book a crushed rose endlinehere  veterans day photo of the uncle i never met endlinehere  the cries of homecoming geese louder endlinehere  pale overcast the darker shadow of returning geese endlinehere  my wife home from hospital hibiscus in full bloom endlinehere  my nd winter the deepening cold in every room endlinehere  month old obit of an ex girl friend unexpected rain endlinehere  back and forth across our conversation fireflies endlinehere  death watch ended the rain storm begins endlinehere  my wife home from the hospital hibiscus in full bloom endlinehere  at opposite ends of the reading room ex lovers endlinehere  despite my assurances my wifes makeup thicker endlinehere  somewhere behind the old barn end of the rainbow endlinehere  thunderstorms all day long broken promises endlinehere  hot chocolate the scent stronger this cold night endlinehere  late night rain the crickets finally silent endlinehere  nothing in our bedroom but moonlight endlinehere  sunset traffic slowly down the hill into darkness endlinehere  at the crossroads no wind to give a direction endlinehere  smalltown street sunset and moonrise at opposite ends endlinehere  slow afternoon the rain changes to drizzle endlinehere  home alone the cold of an autumn rain endlinehere  silent night the fog thick at every window endlinehere  late night traffic the swirl of leaves after the last bus endlinehere  while making love the last icicle falls endlinehere  bad news from home the cold morning colder still endlinehere  voices in the cemetery remembrance day endlinehere  after the argument the storm clouds also break up endlinehere  pouring rain yet another question without an answer endlinehere  graveside sermon ended the last leaves blown from a nearby tree endlinehere  today nothing from here to the horizon but fair weather clouds endlinehere  start of a new season a book loaned to a new friend endlinehere  right after morning prayers distant thunder endlinehere  mountain storm somewhere during its echo the thunder ends endlinehere  today the full moon still rising endlinehere  somewhere in the graveyard birdsong endlinehere  also in the fog the scent of autumn endlinehere  cold dark night the warmth of her hand in mine endlinehere  snow and rain mixed my angry words and her tears endlinehere  death of an old friend my cup empty endlinehere  behind the man in the open doorway nothing but darkness endlinehere  the gap between the mountains filled with fog endlinehere  grain silos long shadows on fresh snow endlinehere  rusted wire on a weatherworn post wisps of gray fur endlinehere  backyard bbq at the end of his rope a barking dog endlinehere  remembering summer how brittle the leaves underfoot endlinehere  summer rain the smell of earth in the air endlinehere  watching clouds the white petals of a crushed crocus endlinehere  smells of spring adrift in the morning air bubbles under ice endlinehere  after the rain moon and stars underfoot endlinehere  mph the infant snores a bit slower endlinehere  winter night finding my pajama bottoms on my wife endlinehere  putting a cork in last nights wine late autumn endlinehere  the glass jar full of fireflies bedtime endlinehere  evening sky counting some fireflies more than once endlinehere  smell of rain soft ridges of mint leaves oil my fingers endlinehere  blackbird song the name of a daughter ill never know endlinehere  november fog not a tree to be seen endlinehere  purple loosestrife pale in the lingering mist endlinehere  a cold morning the pink of tulips through the mist endlinehere  harvest moon dancing with my husband in the living room endlinehere  a movement of deer into twilight suddenly spring endlinehere  fireflies competing with a full moon summer solstice endlinehere  the way grass parts as the pheasant passes springs end endlinehere  moonlessness so many ways i want to touch you endlinehere  earth day even the shadows at dusk smell green endlinehere  fading right before my eyes morning moon endlinehere  light rain on sweet sweet clover late summers dusk endlinehere  winter rain the confusion in her voice all over again endlinehere  morning moon filling up my window autumns end endlinehere  summers end the tenderness of light endlinehere  after loving making scent of wild clover through the window endlinehere  after the dream the scent of approaching rain in the dusty air endlinehere  park bench she puts acorns in his ears endlinehere  supermarket on a sunday morning stairway to heaven endlinehere  roadside a strip of painkillers empty endlinehere  before the bridal party unfashionably early rain arrives endlinehere  a crack in the pavement yellow freesias endlinehere  piece of a butterfly wing autumn chill endlinehere  a crow on the wire silent rain endlinehere  old park bench i touch our initials each time i pass endlinehere  new housing hammer and saw replace the doves coo endlinehere  christmas services a cellular phone rings out handels messiah endlinehere  no island in the bay today morning fog endlinehere  stop sign thru the bullet holes ghetto moon endlinehere  desert garden frosted lettuce leaves in the pink dawn endlinehere  iceman last nights freeze on the clothesline endlinehere  winter rain the sheets where she slept grow colder endlinehere  giant moon the bark of a dog echos over the fence endlinehere  crystalline sky the pioneers left no clue which trail to take endlinehere  willow scent a kingfisher hangs in the air endlinehere  desert heat smiles along the narrow road to the deep north endlinehere  spring trek a rusted snowplow at roads end endlinehere  sweet basil dried snail tracks crisscross the window box endlinehere  arizona road stop rest the dog sniffs yellow snow endlinehere  a moth flutters over the candle flame damned idiot endlinehere  still water the undercurrent in her voice endlinehere  november winds the dog finds dead birds in the hedge endlinehere  highway fog the honking of geese homeward bound endlinehere  desert wind iron and copper flavor in my coffee endlinehere  spring day the wall clock still winter endlinehere  appalachian spring carbide carbuncles in the coal oil light endlinehere  moon hare bloody gloves lay on the ice endlinehere  frosty dawn the dog watches me pack my bag endlinehere  campfire coffee condor wings glean the first rays of sun endlinehere  arctic air soothes the desert heat blended whiskey endlinehere  slate skys chalk mark outlines on the sidewalk endlinehere  peach moon the thin slice left for us endlinehere  grassy moon we slip off our shoes to count the stars endlinehere  garden embrace the fresh smell of her sun dried laundry endlinehere  kitchen embrace the smell of her hot apple pie endlinehere  farewell embrace a faint essence of mothballs endlinehere  montana morning the horses with their backs to blowing snow endlinehere  street light sway dreams of her linger with the storm endlinehere  sack of cheeries clouds grow dark on the road to the coast endlinehere  salmon sunrise a splash resounds over the calm bay endlinehere  farmers market she paints a flower on a childs cheek endlinehere  tandem bicycle wind in our hair a shared laugh endlinehere  misty morning echoes of blue jay cries through the pines endlinehere  fresh brewed coffee cream and sugar swirls she stirs in her thoughts endlinehere  spring breeze blowing dandelions in circles endlinehere  dry haystack flames climb higher against the night sky endlinehere  rainy morning the haijin stirs sugar in his coffee endlinehere  alabaster moon glowing among bare pine tops in cool mountain mist endlinehere  kissing her slowly where the rain never falls endlinehere  lyrid meteor shower a blooming apple tree at dusk endlinehere  scramble of house sparrows a conference call with my sisters endlinehere  negative test blooming narcissus in the trash pile endlinehere  alone at days end driftwood endlinehere  catching up after forty years dust devils endlinehere  another birthday watching the long ash on the incense endlinehere  blistering heat a faint breeze moves mountains endlinehere  a magnifying glass on the map of kyoto faraway so close endlinehere  her blind date not enough spice in the ratatouille endlinehere  before the rest of the world awakens iris shoots endlinehere  penumbra around my shadow hush of dusk endlinehere  barbed wire around the abandoned orchard swollen buds endlinehere  standing stock still the deer me endlinehere  afternoon tea empty garden pots fill with snow endlinehere  scattering wild aster seeds autumn rain endlinehere  cold rain i move my coffee closer endlinehere  california poppies the faint scent of asphalt endlinehere  no word from an ill friend leaves falling endlinehere  thunder moon long awaited rainstorm rips through the arroyo endlinehere  thunderstorm clap of skateboards in the park endlinehere  neighbors clematis on my side of the fence free love endlinehere  the roshis incense smoked robe weight of winter endlinehere  leaving the dust of the world behind summer tea endlinehere  ghost pines under a crescent moon summer drought endlinehere  typos in her apology spring weeds endlinehere  sparks when i take off my robe winter drought endlinehere  in the soup line each man turned toward the sun endlinehere  candles flicker through my eyelids zazen endlinehere  those shells we collected for her high tide endlinehere  deep wrinkles in the face of an elder becoming dusk endlinehere  after a lobotomy the pumpkins toothless grin endlinehere  late summer morning glories hold the sky endlinehere  slow steady rain the muscles in my back unknot endlinehere  evening breeze my neighbors bbq drifts this way endlinehere  high winds a zillion elm seeds looking for love endlinehere  memorial day another mattress sale at the strip mall endlinehere  released again as the puddles dry apricot petals endlinehere  garden ghost the blooming apple tree on a starless night endlinehere  amber alert the wind trails off to a whisper endlinehere  winter wind lily petals fall around the vase endlinehere  steam rising through a band of light winter tea endlinehere  intermittent rain looking through a box of old letters endlinehere  after harsh words we pull our chairs into the sun endlinehere  family dispute lily dust peppers the table endlinehere  she bows lower than all the others temple bell endlinehere  a night off the hooker plays with herself in her sleep endlinehere  rain shimmer on fallen leaves leftover love endlinehere  all one can see in her shaky handwriting dark rain endlinehere  on each pass by she rearranges the cut flowers frost warning endlinehere  late love through dusty windows a mellow light endlinehere  fifty years of letters journals flash flood endlinehere  summer night somewhere a saxophone on born to run endlinehere  vacant lot overgrown with queen annes lace and car parts endlinehere  garden stones pearled by wind and rain indian summer endlinehere  mountain thunder the birds change their tune endlinehere  autumn chill replacing the battery in my mouse endlinehere  after the rainstorm last drops from the roof heighten the silence endlinehere  at the top of the fence morning glories climbing air endlinehere  thunderstorm so longing for you endlinehere  summer night love whatever the neighbors are cooking endlinehere  storm watch scars ive learned to love endlinehere  headlights in the dust storm old friends endlinehere  winter night without the heat of his company endlinehere  all the typos in her apology spring winds endlinehere  leaving home a curve carved off the moon endlinehere  day settles down to this world of dust evening zazen endlinehere  seeing where that argument is headed spring dust storm endlinehere  a long winter bevel on the mirror throws a rainbow endlinehere  a dogs bark wavers in the wind evening shadows endlinehere  another year those crossed out names in my address book endlinehere  my neighbors apricot tree is blooming secondhand love endlinehere  overcast the first blooms of apricot endlinehere  homesick sundown just behind the fence endlinehere  spitting seeds into a blue sky the old elm endlinehere  forgetting to ask for the seniors rate falling leaves endlinehere  just over the fence a constellation of stars and trucks endlinehere  wildflowers along my neighbors wall soften her voice endlinehere  unexpected guest a thought came out of nowhere endlinehere  midnight loading thoughts onto a passing freight train endlinehere  empty shells the ocean in my coat pocket endlinehere  wild winter night a flute plays along with the rain endlinehere  long exhale a steady rain on the tin roof endlinehere  summer heat the peppered scent of nasturtiums endlinehere  after rain amplified crickets in the night endlinehere  freight train those little stars so far away endlinehere  queue to vote scent of sausages in the cold grey sky endlinehere  friday afternoon just the bees in lavender endlinehere  spring graffiti blossom all over the warehouse wall endlinehere  lemon tea and lavender oil the rain on repeat endlinehere  open window lemon scented tea tree in the rain endlinehere  surfing waves a tiny lizard on corrugated iron endlinehere  my own pace tiny flower blooms from a crack in concrete endlinehere  fading light the last sunflowers half price endlinehere  in the skeleton of an old house a new spiders web endlinehere  industrial skyline where the rain makes rust endlinehere  sharing stories in dads old eyes always the sea endlinehere  after midnight crickets and a city train endlinehere  stars in the river two boys night fishing endlinehere  sun on a dragonflys wings when all else vanishes endlinehere  cloud cover just knowing the moon is still there endlinehere  mandarin a few segments of sun endlinehere  whale sighting all the smart phones lined up on the deck endlinehere  freight train night the restless dreams endlinehere  cold night not one silver track on the footpath endlinehere  lullabies of suburban night trains endlinehere  steady drizzle a rainbow fades into the grey endlinehere  above the oil refinery moon sails seaward endlinehere  dark early sepia roses under street lights endlinehere  night rain never too old for a lullaby endlinehere  rainy afternoon hot pikelets with butter and honey endlinehere  rearview mirror pelicans with sunrise on their wings endlinehere  city peak hour happily lost in sunset sky art endlinehere  industrial decay the dripping rust in heavy rain endlinehere  night rain we jump in neon puddles and breathe rosemary endlinehere  freight train the night runs out of breath endlinehere  nighttime whoosh a city train fades endlinehere  car park puddle i walk through the sky endlinehere  around the campfire we wait for the milky way endlinehere  graffiti night all these stars sprayed everywhere endlinehere  city bound train a book and a suitcase full of stars endlinehere  autumn chill one little cricket sings to the moon endlinehere  cooler mornings the honey slows down from the spoon endlinehere  wild beaches in winter time take me there endlinehere  home alone sound of my fork on the pasta bowl endlinehere  alongside the train tracks secrets of orchids under moonlight endlinehere  stormy weather a clarinet blues afternoon endlinehere  trains approaching someone on a platform reading to the moon endlinehere  sipping her coffee slowly she warms her hands on old memories endlinehere  train whistle in the distance another sleepless night endlinehere  smell of rain young deer run across the field endlinehere  white clouds glide safely over mine fields endlinehere  winter solstice the persian cats half closed eyes endlinehere  all i need are mountains and a hedgehog autumn deepens endlinehere  full moon another baby cries without batteries endlinehere  autumn rain the last time to write dear john again endlinehere  to the finland station they rush to strike a deal for iphones endlinehere  cats paws crawling across a lakes surface morning silence endlinehere  croton hedges with their faux fall foliage south florida in autumn endlinehere  blood on barbed wire a pale moon reveals the crime endlinehere  they share a bruised apple moonlit feast for two endlinehere  harvest moon too much light for field mice endlinehere  summer rains gone the river finds its own channel endlinehere  his name on the black granite wall and we must ask why endlinehere  rumble of thunder rouses dawn late summer in miami endlinehere  ash covers his school desk all the remains am hiroshima local time endlinehere  brush in hand he carefully local time hiroshima endlinehere  in a pile of rubble faint peeps are heard rats of course endlinehere  ebb tides retreat and i grow older recessionals endlinehere  tang of salt spray at a fishing pier late summer endlinehere  lighting the way with a jar of fireflies childhoods last summer endlinehere  in the evening coolness of a verandah hereyes reflect stars endlinehere  after a long night the singing of birds at dawn endlinehere  gazing at the moon on a still summers evening feast for mosquitoes endlinehere  clouds gather in a darkening sky a walk interrupted endlinehere  a careful sip more of chickpea than coffee his breakfast brew endlinehere  croaking of frogs just after dawn summer memories endlinehere  silk from a web entangled in my hair a homeless spider endlinehere  before dawn by the small pond the sound of crickets endlinehere  chamomile petals swimming in rainwater for her blonde highlights endlinehere  splat a windshield and a bug find each other endlinehere  polished granite reflects my face off my fathers grave endlinehere  cold rain sharp as nails late afternoon endlinehere  el huesos dry bones still wrapped in a uniform that he so disgraced endlinehere  old brittle dry bones found inside a uniform a past imperfect endlinehere  childhoods summer gift that first dandelion dancing on the wind endlinehere  my tea gets colder and the madeleine just sinks memory betrays endlinehere  a cooing is heard from a small puff of feathers another dawn endlinehere  small green waves crashing against a porcelain rim morning tea tempest endlinehere  in an old snapshot his irish smile still flashes her slight shy smile too endlinehere  faces from the past their memories in old photos effaced by the flood endlinehere  red poppies growing between rows of white tombstones as in remembrance endlinehere  under a full moon a homeless man gathers cans urban harvest endlinehere  deep into the night a dogs sharp bark becomes gunfire endlinehere  butterfly wings so loud their flapping in a temples silence endlinehere  sharp smell after a noon downpour electric summer endlinehere  rows of white markers all at attention memorial day endlinehere  late morning breakfast left uneaten too much of spring endlinehere  just a small basket filled with hidden treasures she carries proudly endlinehere  a yellowed clipping falls out from her bible emmett tills obit endlinehere  in front of bronze doors they huddle against the cold the newly homeless endlinehere  early morning dew on a bronze temple bell just before ringing endlinehere  clear lake enclosed entirely within a bowl of miso endlinehere  breakfast still rumbles but no other guns are heard armistice morning endlinehere  he winds up his watch so carefully that morning that will end the war endlinehere  the bugler plays tap her face so serious her parents so proud endlinehere  ordinary morning bluest of skies crisp clear air until the shadows endlinehere  mid morning coffee sipped from a chipped old mug so comforting endlinehere  rainbows reflected in so many potholes afternoon rainstorm endlinehere  that spring day the flowers have long faded yet we remember endlinehere  the mirror reflects a face i know so well dads endlinehere  a flagpole stands guard before a flooded schoolhouse as a river runs endlinehere  perched on a guardrail of a busy highway an egret preens endlinehere  cracks on a sidewalk lost among the grass and weeds urban spring endlinehere  cracked head statue of the buddha a reminder everything passes endlinehere  one plus one a happy couple expecting their first child endlinehere  fountain pen ink spill not contained by a blotter mare crisium endlinehere  she cries silently her sobs barely audible and no one to hear endlinehere  rivulets of red running down her pale young face she clutches a doll endlinehere  he turns one last time flashing his sailors wry smile that bright november endlinehere  the war on horror gis on hashish kill afghans for sport endlinehere  i turn off the pumpkin lights a predawn harvest moon endlinehere  white roadside crosses where the roads swale meets nature memento mori endlinehere  harvest moon gleaners pale faces leaden eyes stare at an empty field endlinehere  glassy eyed gutted catch of the day on shaved ice at the fish market endlinehere  neither white nor black a yellow smog that wont lift alzheimers pall endlinehere  full corn moon time to gather the harvest before leaves fall endlinehere  charred goat bones they say without conviction somali nightmares endlinehere  too hot for miso he pushes it aside that august morning endlinehere  wildflower bouquet left on a country highway the endless road endlinehere  tea leaves carefully saved dried and used again hidden poverty endlinehere  theres a pelican in that ball of feathers tar or it is a gull endlinehere  full moon the wind howls through our clothes and the crushed grass endlinehere  night drizzle puddles fill with streetlights instead of stars endlinehere  mountain hike lost among butterflies and the scent of honey endlinehere  closed window a bee lies so stillamong faded pollen endlinehere  twin bed wearing your flannel shirt keeps me warm endlinehere  back porch laughter echoes between claps of thunder endlinehere  end of summer strands of an abandoned kite flutter in the wind endlinehere  in the hospice an out of tune piano helps her sing without words endlinehere  hand in hand white petals blossom as we pass endlinehere  abandoned home an old life laid to rest among weeds and trees endlinehere  humid morning the scent of lilacs fills each breath endlinehere  icy pavement unopened buds shrink and fall from the trees endlinehere  blood moon forced to become a woman endlinehere  light rain lavender blossoming in a sketchbook endlinehere  rain puddle a childs gumboot splashing stars endlinehere  french cheesecake all our thoughts coated in sugar endlinehere  solstice night the insomnia of bushfire endlinehere  first light the bright scent of tea leaves endlinehere  bathroom mirror always a stranger in my place endlinehere  campfire the autumn leaves losing light endlinehere  white dawn the cherry tree in bloom before the sun endlinehere  first day of the year fresh snow covers the old endlinehere  petals of azalea in my memory something is lost endlinehere  triple malt beer a loud laugh measures the night endlinehere  crescent moon the street magicians trick finally revealed endlinehere  drying laundry the faded colors of twilight endlinehere  cooking together a touch of cinnamon on my lips endlinehere  late summer the greyness of dusk without fireflies endlinehere  herding sheep the prickly smell of wet wool endlinehere  estuary dusk the shadow of a net post reaches the water endlinehere  long afternoon the sky trickling from a tide pool endlinehere  twilight tide the last glimmering of oystercatchers endlinehere  summer lilac bent to the heat of the railroad endlinehere  distant thunder a boy sets his coin on the rail track endlinehere  daybreak the foxs breath thinning in the frost hollow endlinehere  almond blossom the stillness after love endlinehere  spring heat the imprint of grass in her thighs endlinehere  heat shimmer the first blooming railroad flowers endlinehere  railroad dusk a needle amongst the ballast stones endlinehere  endless stars the braille on the box of sleeping pills endlinehere  thinning moon the clock set deeper into autumn endlinehere  central park the echo of her voice in every direction endlinehere  north wind i too was a hippie the cabbie says endlinehere  faltering light alone with the cry of a loon endlinehere  flood of moonlight the drip drip drip of her lingerie endlinehere  winter raindrops along a strand of barbed wire visiting day endlinehere  in and out of the confessional winter light endlinehere  motel night alone with the moans of winter wind endlinehere  i used to be at the corners of his mouth saliva stains endlinehere  the flicker of a vigil candle years end endlinehere  street corner at dusk a middle aged man wrapped in last weeks news endlinehere  wolf moon a strangers smell on her body endlinehere  breakup kiss the line between sky and winter sea endlinehere  french kissing on the bridge with love locks two pink haired girls endlinehere  starless night a lantern boat sailing out to sea endlinehere  kites tangle in summer twilight father and son endlinehere  the clattering of mahjong tiles summer rain endlinehere  the end of a chalk rainbow foreclosure sign endlinehere  downsizing a winter star and i in the puddle endlinehere  slanted sunlight in the meditation hall a drift of dust endlinehere  cherry blossom rain laughter chasing laughter endlinehere  moonlit pond a frog jumps from star to star endlinehere  sourdough smell of age the cold rain pattering against motel windows endlinehere  blood red earth pattering on his coffin winter rain endlinehere  long way home windshield wipers clear the silence between us endlinehere  the space between etched names war cenotaph endlinehere  pinned butterfly needle marks on the girls left arm endlinehere  now hiring flaps in the winter wind last rays of sunlight endlinehere  faraway whistle of the night train mothers lullaby endlinehere  the meaty grin of her red lipped mouth my divorce lawyer endlinehere  snowy dawn bits of yesterday cling to today endlinehere  a dried lotus leaf in tibetan book of the dead winter dusk endlinehere  the darkness between winter stars relapse endlinehere  goodwill window sale homeless mans reflection and mine endlinehere  the rail tracks toward a harvest moon thoughts of home endlinehere  among mourners this cloak of silence between crows endlinehere  her laugh echoes through the empty house the sound of snow endlinehere  breezy morning the scent of steamed buns ends meditation endlinehere  filling the hour between news of war snowflakes endlinehere  writing haiku my wine glass fills with sunlight endlinehere  im married ice cubes shifting in her wine glass endlinehere  mist trailing over the autumn fields a ravens cry endlinehere  yellow ball of yarn in my mothers hand harvest moon endlinehere  one year gone on her side of the bed winter moonlight endlinehere  a paper cut from her dear john letter friday the th endlinehere  blind date her face half revealed in moonlight endlinehere  noonday heat a white man staring at me me staring back endlinehere  rose branches weighed down with snow hospice garden endlinehere  another new grave in winter mist war cemetery endlinehere  forget me nots along the border fence refugee children endlinehere  rated r the orgasm of sudden rain endlinehere  distant gunshots sunflower petals fold into night endlinehere  midnight moon one long howl and then no more endlinehere  dust to dust the widows shadow on the coffin endlinehere  the stare of a newborn starry night endlinehere  the click of her red high heels divorce court endlinehere  her short life packed in an urn smell of winter endlinehere  drifts of fog first job interview in one year endlinehere  summer storm the windscreen wipers slice our silence endlinehere  fireworks show the migrant speaks of the home he left behind endlinehere  a latch clicks on the vacant house winter solstice endlinehere  first day of spring the lingering scent of rare books endlinehere  faint pencil marks on the wall her dead childs room endlinehere  the smell of summer heat roadkill endlinehere  foreclosure sign in its shadow a dollhouse endlinehere  one by one frogs make holes in the pond starry night endlinehere  a butterfly tattooed on her buttock summer heat endlinehere  a new moon mothers letter heavy with voices from the past endlinehere  alone by candlelight thinking of that spring we met and another spring endlinehere  spicy chicken this impulse to ask if shes married endlinehere  church graveyard a cloud of crows hover over stone angels endlinehere  photoshopping my wedding pictures winter solstice endlinehere  after party we blow out candles to hear the stars endlinehere  her hips sway our debate on sex summer heat endlinehere  the cold moon i recycle a dream from my youth endlinehere  night deepening the office secretary adjusts her low cut top endlinehere  divorce talk each sip of tea more bitter than the last endlinehere  prairie between heaven and earth an eagle endlinehere  a fork in the trail the wind takes our old map endlinehere  her nose print on the hospice window a patch of sunlight endlinehere  snow on snow the depth of night in this attic endlinehere  gaza at twilight crying old tears at a new funeral endlinehere  a crows cry the winter sky darkens into the prairie endlinehere  a long line of cars behind the hearse migrating snow geese endlinehere  between cries of neighbors baby symphony no endlinehere  traveling far away in thought hospice window endlinehere  harvest moon rising a tremble in the migrants voice endlinehere  therapy session winter rain on the window deepens the silence endlinehere  a white butterfly flitting through the stillness church grave yard endlinehere  distant sirens over the border bridge a blood moon endlinehere  a pigtailed girl outside the cancer center morning glories endlinehere  her face in my whiisky the moon floats endlinehere  one by one fireflies escape my glass jar starry night endlinehere  the rice song mother sang to me first spring rain endlinehere  first glimpse of her mastectomy bra winter rose endlinehere  hospice verandah a girl opens her mouth to spring rain endlinehere  surge of the wind talk of war fading into silence endlinehere  first kiss behind the bookshelf her scent lingers endlinehere  blind date cobra tattoo rising from her cleavage endlinehere  summers end my footprints in the sand a little deeper endlinehere  twilight moon a hole in the chestnut fills with stars endlinehere  her black hair veils our praying hands hospice church at dusk endlinehere  offshoring jobs the last glow of sunset at the horizon endlinehere  brittle scent of a summer storm lightnings sillage endlinehere  sound of a moth trapped in a paper lantern summer rain endlinehere  oh blue haired girl your stockings and docs make me a little older endlinehere  frozen again under soft spring snow concrete cracks endlinehere  climbing the way her work heels hang off the steps endlinehere  cold autumn wind in all the cracks eyes of barn cats endlinehere  urologists office the framed photograph of the falls endlinehere  the clatter of machines third shift endlinehere  abandoned farmhouse autumn twilight darkest in the empty windows endlinehere  off the trail on the trail grasshopper endlinehere  farm auction fields filled with goldenrods and asters endlinehere  spring frost the park cannon aimed at the church endlinehere  sunny day a wasp tastes everyones beer endlinehere  withered roses a bald woman waits for the taxi endlinehere  dusk the mason jar filled with fireflies endlinehere  crashing waves my thoughts move with the tide endlinehere  house for sale the apricot tree in bloom as never before endlinehere  northern lights steam rises from the coffee cup endlinehere  cut into his arm a line for each day between christmas and new year endlinehere  looking for something in the bottom of a cup the low autumn sun endlinehere  a granita before the afternoon shift short shadows endlinehere  two moons somewhere between ports she tells him its over endlinehere  lengthening shadows things best said in a letter endlinehere  piercing stones all along the promenade cicadas and ringtones endlinehere  too hot to shop wasps drinking from a town fountain endlinehere  our parting kiss a mixture of salt and sweet peppers endlinehere  october rain all through the night my kidney stone endlinehere  the soldier looks back over his shoulder autumn grass endlinehere  half way home a pint of stout to keep out the cold endlinehere  in from the cold just one sugar cube more in my coffee endlinehere  drawn in by the smell of fast food and vinegar this october sun endlinehere  first juice a lone wasp explores the apple press endlinehere  first buttercup three lines of coke on the kitchen table endlinehere  chrysanthamums the homeless girl pulls her baby closer endlinehere  tube ride someone elses ipod is playing our tune endlinehere  too hot to sleep i search for my sons footprint in the front drive endlinehere  working late the sound of a small brown moth in the lampshade endlinehere  hedgerow birds three boys share a spliff by the school gate endlinehere  sunshine and snow the boys in the reserves watch the letterbox endlinehere  needle exchange sharing a breakfast drink in museum square endlinehere  mayflowers three small boys track down terrorists endlinehere  boys bedroom a blackbirds nest found deep in the lilac endlinehere  teeth in a glass the nurse takes away his pot of blue hyacinths endlinehere  chilled by spring winds schoolgirls sniffing body spray behind the gym endlinehere  a lost child in a ward of iron lungs her daffodils endlinehere  almost home the full moon between two houses endlinehere  afternoon tea the old climbing rose somehow whiter endlinehere  eucharist pious women still weeping for jesus endlinehere  winter wonderland even the burnt out car looks beautiful endlinehere  almost christmas thinking how best to reveal that dad beats mum endlinehere  circle time she describes her mother finding a vein endlinehere  sun rising suddenly the sumac bursts into flame endlinehere  the moon not quite full but full enough endlinehere  wedding day in the brides eyes the grooms smile endlinehere  imagine a field of dandelion fluffs before the wind endlinehere  midnight rain now every minute the grass greening endlinehere  the cold cry of a magpie first light of day endlinehere  winter driving almost blinded by a sun dog endlinehere  suns rise the voices of crows lift it higher endlinehere  canada day this country and i aging together endlinehere  ocean playground the way memories come and go with the tide endlinehere  endless winter more soft snow as we await a new grandchild endlinehere  under snow the same earth waiting waiting endlinehere  tulips buried the soft silence of april snow endlinehere  from hiroshima to sendai so much just gone endlinehere  snowstorm too many flakes for haiku endlinehere  lengthening days i turn the christmas lights off endlinehere  perseid shower the intake of her breath another contraction endlinehere  my grandfathers sword the impenetrable silence of falling snow endlinehere  dull afternoon even the fresh snow is tinted grey endlinehere  late winter snow a distant train whistle cuts through my silence endlinehere  raindrops plop into my coffee cup summer rain endlinehere  cold may moon the long road stretches out of sight endlinehere  overcast night maybe the stars burn brightly over gaza endlinehere  chatter of joggers the heron and i motionless endlinehere  breathing deeply that smell of woodyards in the rain endlinehere  new snow i almost forget our quarrel endlinehere  the stone bullfrog under the bird feeder just sits endlinehere  my pregnant daughter watches the stone bullfrog endlinehere  high tide yesterdays footprints gone endlinehere  customs declaration only the memory of eucalyptus endlinehere  customs declaration determining the value of new haiku endlinehere  bonfires glow my niece cups her hands around a firefly endlinehere  awake smell of rain two new haiga endlinehere  sound of the rain penetrating my sleep at dawn endlinehere  police watch the crowds at childrens carnival the horses teeth endlinehere  door slam the rumble of thunder louder endlinehere  hurricane warning the wildflowers without butterflies endlinehere  drowned in the sound of the rain other familiar sounds endlinehere  first date not even noticing the new moon endlinehere  coffee cold she clips the obituary from many papers endlinehere  ancient stone circle the flow of a robins song endlinehere  her skin pale in the moonlight ebb tide endlinehere  behind net curtains her face glides from window to window endlinehere  in the attic the sound of march rain so much louder endlinehere  hot day the cool inside an apple endlinehere  her small fingers tightly grip the pencil writing her new name endlinehere  house for sale the dandelions allowed to bloom endlinehere  heat lightning the weight of a sparrow endlinehere  dry spell dead heading wild roses endlinehere  insomnia the rat trap snapping shut endlinehere  commuter traffic cows breath through the cattle truck slats endlinehere  coastal fort a spider catches the breeze endlinehere  dry stone wall hill mist fills every gap endlinehere  thunderstorm the smell of a moor embracing the rain endlinehere  border crossing the swallows feed on both sides endlinehere  calling to street sparrows a caged bird endlinehere  spring mist the magpie monochrome endlinehere  mountain mist leaving a snowball on top of the cairn endlinehere  pensioners walk the slow drip of rain from the thatch endlinehere  sheets of rain the night has no answer for a bleating lamb endlinehere  lengthening days turquoise deepens on a starlings breast endlinehere  empty house painting over the growth mark wall endlinehere  indian summer the sweeping can wait for another day endlinehere  roman road i carry the dust further north endlinehere  making love passionately all night the sounds of traffic endlinehere  seed catalogues in the mail daily morning snow fluries endlinehere  sunday best his overalls washed and ironed endlinehere  conformation the steady dripdripdripdrip of maple sap endlinehere  the wolf howl lingers fades into the nights eerie silence endlinehere  winter temptation in the seed catalogues perfect tomatoes endlinehere  minnesota cold even motorcycles hibernate endlinehere  invasive species my barber points out my first white hairs endlinehere  zen garden after each storm a clean slate endlinehere  cheap motel the desk clerk turns a blind eye endlinehere  cold night the hallway nightlight flickers on and off endlinehere  heavy rain the rotten boat tries to float again endlinehere  heavy rain in the farm belt barbershops fill up endlinehere  desert landscape rain will come and the water remembers each path endlinehere  heavy rain the old rubber boots not tall enough endlinehere  heavy rain my flower seeds sprout in the neighbors yard endlinehere  small town caf only strangers get menus endlinehere  storm warning a street corner argument turns many heads endlinehere  spring a few blocks closer than yesterday endlinehere  first day of spring stubborn icicles still hang on endlinehere  early frost they postpone their wedding endlinehere  evening voices the window curtains flutter endlinehere  winter solstice her passing bends the candles flame endlinehere  lakeside the fog makes the loons call much more haunting endlinehere  river road he stops to buy a can of worms endlinehere  the moose gruntsagain the nylon tent walls seem thinner endlinehere  steady rain she rants about her boss all through supper endlinehere  first frost warning she no longer pours his coffee endlinehere  afternoon card parties the rumor mills farm system endlinehere  recycling old stories get a new twist at the rumor mill endlinehere  city hall scandal the towns rumor mill adds a third shift endlinehere  mid april even in the shadows the ice melts endlinehere  avalanche warnings more tails of rain and radiation endlinehere  winter returns one stubborn maple still drips eversoslowly endlinehere  head cold running out of tissue before noon endlinehere  patience on the dock he sits beside a can of worms endlinehere  early storm warning he sends the kids to the neighbors endlinehere  thin ice he critiques her gravy in front of the guest endlinehere  a hint of autumn that slight pause before she plucks her first gray hair endlinehere  sweltering heat the cicadas buzz louder during her hot flash endlinehere  right turn the clink of church keys at the tea party endlinehere  fall migration custom combiners harvest their way north endlinehere  mid february the first garden seeds display at the hardware store endlinehere  early sign of spring snow shovels become half priced sale items endlinehere  dark days of winter the dentist explains his payment plans endlinehere  new age luddite he buys a dozen paperback books endlinehere  dark days of winter the flat screen christmas yule log burns bright in hd endlinehere  dark days of winter another mailbox loses to the snowplow endlinehere  dark days of winter at my office window i watch the sunrise endlinehere  portage trail voyageurs walked where i walk ancient granite endlinehere  opening fishing fancy lures catch branches too endlinehere  small town the welcome wagon slowly rusts away endlinehere  thick river ice his message in a bottle hasnt moved an inch endlinehere  early march snowstorm his kite hangs from the ceiling gathers dust endlinehere  presidents weekend all that dirty laundry sorted by mothers endlinehere  desert highway in the rear view mirror blue flashing lights endlinehere  lonesome train whistle suddenly grandpas mind becomes sharp again endlinehere  giant moon all neighborhoods share the same yard light endlinehere  young lake ice sings a tune more ancient than footprints endlinehere  crossroads each o in stop has bullet holes endlinehere  deep april snow robins fight over dried up crab apples endlinehere  spring rain after dear ed the paper still blank endlinehere  tornado alley the debris includes foreclosure signs endlinehere  old mill town each company house a carbon copy endlinehere  long winter night after chapter six the tea is cold endlinehere  first cold snap all the quilts still at the cleaners endlinehere  christmas morning grandpa explains that yo yos dont need batteries endlinehere  moonless night out on the island someone lays on the horn endlinehere  ebb tide they suddenly have cold feet endlinehere  false hope a film of oil carries bent rainbows downstream endlinehere  dripdripdripdripdrip the anticipation of maple syrup endlinehere  new march snow the grouse with a missing toe still around endlinehere  quick mid winter thaw each icicle drips at its own pace endlinehere  solo trip in the campfire smoke old memories endlinehere  morning fog the bluebirds call clearly audible endlinehere  night shift in the parking lot car lights dim near morning endlinehere  rabbit trail nothing but ears above the snow endlinehere  lingering cold the last jar of maple syrup on the cupboard shelf endlinehere  a dry new year december snowman begins to show his age endlinehere  august wind on the dock seagulls stand on two legs endlinehere  georgia peach sweet cream and wrinkle remover in the shopping cart endlinehere  road closed moose tracks continue on local traffic only endlinehere  strong winter wind bits of batman kite wings fall from the tree endlinehere  in the orchard rotten apples now crunchy winter solstice endlinehere  strong wind back and forth on lake ice streetlight reflections endlinehere  homework after the school bus passes a spider rebuilds endlinehere  sultry afternoon only the mailbox shadow crosses the dirt road endlinehere  black hole near beaver dam a whirlpool spins autumn leaves vanish endlinehere  long journey back home a forgotten bale of hay slowly rots away endlinehere  strong april wind the smell of iowa hogs in minnesota endlinehere  afternoon escape within the prison walls a library endlinehere  christmas dinner grandmas fruit cake attracts only blue jays endlinehere  afternoon rain scents rise from the garden endlinehere  a spring morning the ponds surface blurred by raindrops endlinehere  night of snow a log settles deeper into the embers endlinehere  winter solitude steam rising from my sake cup endlinehere  early winter yellow windows in the blue dawn endlinehere  loneliness the trail of a raindrop down the pane endlinehere  in the treetops lingering remains of the day endlinehere  autumn evening the silence of ripe pears endlinehere  another birthday under the same october moon endlinehere  unknotting the hammock ropes the scent of burnt leaves endlinehere  the spider hanging in its web doesnt care the world is upside down endlinehere  windy day the first flurry of leaves endlinehere  after the storm floating the tranquil moon endlinehere  her name on the marble birth and death the space between endlinehere  lonely evening thunder rattles the windows endlinehere  taking a breather the rustle of poplar leaves endlinehere  pale moon the sun bleached bones of a sparrow endlinehere  stepping out for another log ah the stars endlinehere  midwinter rain blurs the other side of the valley endlinehere  day long rain my breath fogs the window endlinehere  sake clear to the bottom of my cup winter stars endlinehere  midwinter slush the gray breast of a chipping sparrow endlinehere  cold rain the bus pulls back onto the highway endlinehere  early snow one more winter for that old horse endlinehere  cold night stars so near we speak in whispers endlinehere  stone jesus with outstretched arms the falling snow endlinehere  starry night out on the highway a truck changes gears endlinehere  day long rain i organize my watercolors endlinehere  autumn woods the smell of last nights rain endlinehere  abandoned by geese heading south my autumn birthday endlinehere  late summer copper wishes collect in the bottom of the well endlinehere  sultry day the tumult of rain on my umbrella endlinehere  a hole in the meadow lowering the farmers body endlinehere  lone guest gone the ticking of the parlor clock endlinehere  in the darkening yard the sun strikes the cockscombs red endlinehere  between the treetops and bright stars puffs of white clouds drift endlinehere  late night with ryokan i warm the rice wine endlinehere  held together by its label a crushed whiskey bottle endlinehere  whatever the weather his soft smile the buddha in the garden endlinehere  worn in places to the bare wood the golden buddha endlinehere  travelers still catch the greyhound there the boarded up diner endlinehere  rain at graveside mourning clothes soaked a deeper hue endlinehere  after the burial a day moon rising endlinehere  he looks perplexed the scarecrow chest deep in the rivers flood endlinehere  zazen the hum of the fridgidaire endlinehere  bridge night trying to remember our last passionate kiss endlinehere  flag ceremony the old vets uniform hangs loosely endlinehere  between cassiopeia and me fireworks endlinehere  lilac shadows scale the garden wall slip off into the woods endlinehere  full moon even the dilapidated barn looks majestic endlinehere  mountain rain the beetle and i scurry for cover endlinehere  snowmelt the garden blooms with childrens toys endlinehere  love letters i rake the embers of the fire endlinehere  camellia buds my wife begins to cradle her belly endlinehere  a second glass of wine the poem goes unwritten endlinehere  credit crunch a half dozen fireworks greet the new year endlinehere  head cold missing the scent of winter heliotrope endlinehere  new highway every mile or so the corpse of a buzzard endlinehere  september morning fresh flowers on the roadside shrine endlinehere  night fishing my rod tip brushes the milky way endlinehere  traffic lights just enough time to scribble a poem endlinehere  midwinter dusk oak branches fracture the western sky endlinehere  autumn lake half hidden by drifting leaves a carps bronzen flanks endlinehere  autumn chill struggling to remember my fathers voice endlinehere  september rays my sons shadow lengthens endlinehere  old woman carrying her bags spring wind endlinehere  a skein of birds twines across the sky the northbound train departs endlinehere  dawn chorus begins i reach for the snooze button endlinehere  new buds on old branches once again endlinehere  crackling campfire the comets tail streams toward morning endlinehere  rainy day the pine cones close one by one endlinehere  awoken by thunder fading into the call of the imam endlinehere  seafood tank lobsters move slowly far from maine endlinehere  a butterfly over the bouquets i tune out the speaker endlinehere  seniors home we celebrate the new year a pm endlinehere  roadside rest stop he adds a haiku to the graffiti endlinehere  dull pencil the staff meeting goes on and on endlinehere  a snowy footbridge the sound of water under the ice endlinehere  under the oak blue feathers black cat endlinehere  thunder storm on the sidewalk earthworm slick endlinehere  sudden thunderstorm open umbrellas flower in many colors endlinehere  night breeze carries a moth to the moon endlinehere  lonely butterfly in the quiet morning light where are you going endlinehere  indian summer turkey feather falling just out of reach endlinehere  tropical storm warning wet sand in our kisses the opening sky endlinehere  first time your curly hair tickled my thighs endlinehere  tornado in the wreckage a bird sings endlinehere  walking quiet thunder spring rain endlinehere  balloon floats over garbage truck party is over endlinehere  looking at the sky dandelions with haircuts oh that wind that wind endlinehere  summer afternoon the scent of evergreens slowly spreading endlinehere  autumn night puddles by the wayside filling with the stars endlinehere  orange sunrise peaks through the tubes and wires of fathers life support machine endlinehere  autumn morning the smell of fresh rain in my coffee endlinehere  hunters moon the old tabby refuses to come in endlinehere  north winds snow flakes and the smell of smoke endlinehere  intermittent light the firefly never where i expect it endlinehere  honeymoon site grandmother revists by herself endlinehere  maple tree the scars of its healings endlinehere  seeds catalogue in the mail the spring in hand endlinehere  late rising moon fireflies decorate the tamarind tree endlinehere  moving day my life reduced to boxes endlinehere  her famous blue haiku about her divorce and his cactus endlinehere  morning sun the crumbs on the table have a shadow endlinehere  guitar and harmonica in my car bob dylan also is still endlinehere  a morning haiku exhaled in a breath cloud endlinehere  rainstorm ants drink from a droplet endlinehere  meteor watching a match lights up an unknown face endlinehere  monsoon on the window a leech climbs the himalayas endlinehere  shortest day birds at the feeders dawn to dusk endlinehere  forest vines have seized the steering wheel crows caw endlinehere  shade of the church she says shell show me hers if i show her mine endlinehere  autumn leaves i add orange peel to the potpourri endlinehere  ring around the moon this uninsulated hotel room endlinehere  maternity ward hard looks when i shake the gumball machine endlinehere  dripping headstone inscription for a ships crew lost at sea endlinehere  bones buried in the yard snow on the roof of the old doghouse endlinehere  tide pools a plastic bottle full of sea water endlinehere  hors du bordel the gentleman chooses a fresh boutonniere endlinehere  autumn equinox the third quarter profits just pay off the farm loans endlinehere  vigil kerosene lamp growing dim in the light of dawn endlinehere  mating season two radiators making one cloud of steam endlinehere  raining last nights baked chicken tonights curried soup endlinehere  beginning of winter the snow piled high on the lawn chairs endlinehere  graded papers suddenly the rosebush blooming endlinehere  void encroaches as vision vanishes glaucoma wins endlinehere  this heat a butterfly carries soot from the train tracks endlinehere  glowing over the city dump harvest moon endlinehere  autumn rain refinery lights remind me of christmas endlinehere  topless the skyscraper in rain mist endlinehere  fading light the stone steps brighter than the foliage endlinehere  sundown summer evening melts in dark fragrance of tea endlinehere  misty summer rain calling pheasant in zen temple endlinehere  a wild violet on the sunny hill noon time nap endlinehere  spring equinox pray the ancestor grave in cold rain endlinehere  venus in the morning sky at the blue rain barrel a doe stops to drink endlinehere  in a bowl that survived last nights earthquake placing my wedding ring endlinehere  his eyes watching their eyes watching her endlinehere  spring cleaning a family of raccoons empties the goldfish pond endlinehere  campfire embers one firefly lights our tent endlinehere  twilight in the chinese lantern a glowworm endlinehere  sleepless night a square of moonlight crosses the room endlinehere  night watch in the sheperds eyes a flock of stars endlinehere  crescent moon a new path to scatter seeds endlinehere  country cemetery snail on corroded tombstone trails from a to o endlinehere  ancient roman ruins along both sides of the road white jet trail above endlinehere  sky dewed with stars cool air listening in news a man was hanged endlinehere  foggy glasses a blurry paragraph above the bath water endlinehere  new years day spent bottle rockets in the road endlinehere  wolf prints the gas lantern splutters endlinehere  novocain prick the warmth where the dental nurse leans endlinehere  the smell of many campfires in this old hunting shirt endlinehere  cinco de mayo horses roll in the shallows endlinehere  vanishing difference gliding geese settle onto their reflections endlinehere  folding chair the newborn colt tries to stand endlinehere  damp straw the day old colt mesmerized by the radio endlinehere  prying at the window wind endlinehere  silhouette a shining snow path to a pale moon endlinehere  hillside thunder barely a rainbow in a plume of smoke endlinehere  morning camp only an ember remains but its enough endlinehere  storm warnings sunday afternoon by the fire mail from an old friend endlinehere  leftover summer grass horses browse through crusted snow endlinehere  old leather saddle cherry colored and shiny smells of horse endlinehere  the same moon shines on us both these cold sheets endlinehere  last leaves shaking on a branch late migrators endlinehere  back from the garden lots of beans zucchini and a haiku endlinehere  greyness of the chocolate fish crunching a bite endlinehere  retirement home my mother talks to me about the one with the gray hair endlinehere  under the red trees from the busty blonde the perfume endlinehere  this autumn morning in the mirror my father endlinehere  rooftop firepit sparks mingle with the stars endlinehere  winter moon the cold clear clanking of train cars endlinehere  standing silently in autumn rain the old cypress endlinehere  tuning out the news on the back porch barn swallows endlinehere  winter sunlight on rumpled linen those slow hands endlinehere  jasmine beneath the stars his blue eyes endlinehere  wine sapped moon the distance beyond her lovers wife endlinehere  ferocious storms wakened by the wet of a dog tongue endlinehere  winter sun the slow drip drip of an icicle endlinehere  starry night a million words unspoken endlinehere  the last of the boxes finally moved out cloud covered sunset endlinehere  handing off the keys a chill wind hustles the end of april endlinehere  all the birds unnamed on the fence spring rain endlinehere  labor day and still no labor endlinehere  open jalousies the missing scent of his cologne endlinehere  wine moon the heat in the kitchen so close endlinehere  sunny afternoon sand swept behind the door endlinehere  middle of the night on a wicked wind passing news endlinehere  morning stillness a bird song ive never heard before endlinehere  sunday sermon childrens voices mix with the choir endlinehere  mothers day everytime she calls endlinehere  heavy rain a darkening sky behind her face endlinehere  summer storm the estate sale next door continues on endlinehere  sunday afternoon bittersweet chocolate and swapped addresses endlinehere  sunday dusk a last wine bottle piled in the trunk endlinehere  boston news a crazy day and yet that butterfly endlinehere  dockside fight french fries in a pile of seagulls endlinehere  habemus papam ive always loved latino men endlinehere  internet break the smell of rain and boggy earth endlinehere  shortcut the railway tracks still vibrating endlinehere  past midnight public television lights up the room endlinehere  warm drizzle cinnamon buns and tea for two endlinehere  distant thunder a whiff of foreign perfume endlinehere  autumn morning dew drops dripping from a cane pole endlinehere  autumn sun hidden in the flower bed mushrooms endlinehere  indian summer the baby in the back seat mine for a week endlinehere  waning moon my parents visit comes to an end endlinehere  morning mist his wallet and keys missing again endlinehere  making a u turn clear in the rear view mirror autumn afternoon endlinehere  graveside service slipping from grandmas book pressed wildflowers endlinehere  middle of the night my fingers tick tick ticking a hot flash haiku endlinehere  hot humid day a jazz station plays cool tunes endlinehere  night watch the ex boyfriends house on google earth endlinehere  autumn wind another leaf flutters from the pile endlinehere  standing alone under a double rainbow endlinehere  summer rain the missing scent of cologne endlinehere  summer twilight push mowers stop for crickets endlinehere  this sense when first we met blue hyacinth endlinehere  predawn crows i argue with my therapist endlinehere  climbing rose the cut marks on his wrist endlinehere  drying shed a hint of thyme in the onions endlinehere  long blue tail of a damselfly kite festival endlinehere  sun striking the hour glass spring equinox endlinehere  the weight of the muddy river jerry can on her head endlinehere  morning fog in the mangroves temple gong endlinehere  first rinse of the rice a wild scurry of clouds endlinehere  silent flight of a raptor your breath on my neck endlinehere  summer sun each spoonful a taste of cayenne endlinehere  far side of the moon that stolen kiss endlinehere  wood knot in my pocket fog over water endlinehere  a long wooden pier at the end a glimmer of light endlinehere  red moon the calligraphy of charred trees endlinehere  the bent nail where garlic hung winter moon endlinehere  heat haze the miles of boundary fence endlinehere  a few notes from an untuned piano autumn rain endlinehere  old pond oil slick rainbows slip in endlinehere  temple looting another buddha loses his head endlinehere  white dawn a moon crab sinks back into sand endlinehere  winter beach i throw a stick for no dog endlinehere  beer garden table the blurred edges of many circles endlinehere  retirement home the same pot of coffee sitting all day endlinehere  saturday morning drizzle a driving lesson with my dad endlinehere  after each haiku the pencil a little shorter endlinehere  cup of tea the moon still until i sip it endlinehere  fresh sawdust among the birches his bent shoulders endlinehere  discarding the tea leaves distant thunder endlinehere  scent of roses counting the stars one by one endlinehere  thunderstorm a shadow pauses at the gate endlinehere  autumn moon the burn of the whiskey you left behind endlinehere  in the churchyard where my father found god bruised apples endlinehere  forgetting his voice my dads apology letter crackles in the fire endlinehere  dads suicide a candle burns away its shadow endlinehere  slow dancing snowflakes swirl to the sound of silence endlinehere  dead of winter blossoming in the darkness my breath endlinehere  midnight coffee a spoonful of sugar stirred into the darkness endlinehere  sleepless night in the distance midnight express endlinehere  visakha moon smell of incense from another room endlinehere  indian summer farmers cracked lip endlinehere  starry night counting out my pills for chemo endlinehere  gone the space between us filling with wind endlinehere  ebb tide giving and taking a yellow plastic spade endlinehere  white light from shore to shore even the heron has flown endlinehere  moving in a childs growth in inches under old wallpaper endlinehere  the hush of snow coffee bubbling on grandpas pot bellied stove endlinehere  a funeral pyre of autumn leaves winter moves in endlinehere  approaching storm the last magpie takes flight endlinehere  shifting light the grey heron and i in deep reflection endlinehere  after the rush hour at the intersection only rain endlinehere  december morning the scent of coffee beans and cinnamon toast endlinehere  boys on the town which statue will wear a traffic cone endlinehere  hospice tea for a moment mother remembers my name endlinehere  summer love a sudden blush on her pallid cheeks endlinehere  into the silence the piercing wail of the night express endlinehere  the racing heart of a startled deer blood moon endlinehere  midnight the steady rhythm of her iv drip endlinehere  storm warning the first rustle of trembling leaves endlinehere  midsummer night the scent of woodsmoke drifting through laughter endlinehere  ploughing contest the farm horse wearing a scarecrows hat endlinehere  derelict house but with the morning sunshine endlinehere  shaking sky in the wheatfield a scurry of mice endlinehere  autumn languor the soft shadows of dying roses endlinehere  summer picnic my daughters shadow wearing daisies endlinehere  monsoon beyond the rush of sound the silence of birds endlinehere  deep into winter the remembered scent of lemongrass endlinehere  on the far side of early morning silence a gathering of crows endlinehere  whole day at the department store house in shopping cart endlinehere  storm clouds mother searches for candles endlinehere  lavender blooms next to the violets in a blue pot endlinehere  stars a full pool in the garden endlinehere  frigid job site the cement mixer wheezes to life endlinehere  moonlit our cell phones charging side by side endlinehere  through closed eyelids lightning strikes my dream endlinehere  from a mirror pale blue eyes stare knowingly the snow will deepen endlinehere  prairie roads in ditches full of snowmelt moons float endlinehere  a kitten will it too forget its first snow endlinehere  full moon night starting the camp fire with a page of fashion magazine endlinehere  a new cellphone so many people to talk to till the battery dies endlinehere  out of the city so many stars unnamed endlinehere  late summer rain two kids break the bottles under the bridge endlinehere  acorn falls the sound of rain continues endlinehere  the moon in every puddle the same endlinehere  falling leaves i already miss you this winter endlinehere  children voices from under the grass concrete bunker endlinehere  white mountains as quick as it can train passes by endlinehere  campfire steaming pot and shoes endlinehere  raking the leaves wind blows the wrong way endlinehere  hot beach sand between my fingers a cigarette butt endlinehere  between the second and the third line short trip to bathroom endlinehere  dentists office cracks between tiles filled with dirt endlinehere  after a cold night a cup of coffee oh man endlinehere  xmas away from home b pilot dressed as santa endlinehere  hedgehog in the fog looking for apples under the wrong tree endlinehere  autumn deepens a fish slides down the cormorants throat endlinehere  milky scent of the calfs breath morning moon endlinehere  feathers in the fire a cardinals song between thunderclaps endlinehere  late frost warmth of the tea mug against my cheek endlinehere  library return her hands warmth lingers in the book endlinehere  cloudless sky the gleam of fresh lemons in a blue bowl endlinehere  rotten apples we let the storm pick them endlinehere  end of summer we no longer know what sleeps in the barn endlinehere  after the postman nothing in the mailbox except a lizard endlinehere  november afternoon the insistent bell of an ice cream vendor endlinehere  van goghs blue irises hangs on a wall with other gardens endlinehere  things come and go raindrops on the pine endlinehere  my stone buddha sits in the dark snow snow snow endlinehere  midday heat under the shade tree an empty chair endlinehere  a lull in the storm the woodpecker darts to another tree endlinehere  the thyme has gone to seed summers end endlinehere  cherry petals flying higher and higher storm in my valley endlinehere  a cup of tea and a koan to go my cold morning endlinehere  severe frost the sparkling whiteness of my brown roof endlinehere  autumn deepens i wonder what my neighbour is writing today endlinehere  voices of autumn the patter of raindrops on my rooftiles endlinehere  first cicada the hot day seems even hotter endlinehere  red poppy dolls sit alone by the beach dead children of tohoku endlinehere  politicians play the same old games long rainy season endlinehere  earthquake night the stars are as silent as ever endlinehere  table a romance reduced to numbers endlinehere  cold sunshine the icicles refuse to melt endlinehere  cold night the deeper levels of dreams and fears endlinehere  when celsius and farenheit meet cold night endlinehere  new years morning i wipe some dirt from my glasses endlinehere  blizzard the heavy weight of snowflakes endlinehere  menopause she even quarrels with the autumn moon endlinehere  fighting the summer heat no time for poetry endlinehere  the future deep in the tea leaves spring growth endlinehere  first firefly the moon also shows his face endlinehere  wisteria blossoms the faint memories of grandmothers lace endlinehere  daybreak light and shadow on the apricot blossoms endlinehere  how black dirt on the last patch of snow endlinehere  rainy day i finally finished the spring saijiki endlinehere  computer crash i wish i were this butterfly endlinehere  my daily bread on the empty table spring equinox endlinehere  old plum tree in bossom last year the old owner died endlinehere  moonlight on the temple roof and silence endlinehere  autumn equinox all the crows celebrating with grave offerings endlinehere  the dance of echoes inside a crypt winter chill endlinehere  dinner outside the crumbs walk along the brick wall endlinehere  a tiny world unfolds and thrives summer rain endlinehere  the backyard of a poor mans home summer heat endlinehere  more rain lavender leans on the stone buddha endlinehere  no fireflies moonlight reflects on camellia leaves endlinehere  first firefly a quiet night and then lightning endlinehere  powlonia blossoms a haiku floating in the sky endlinehere  a centipede takes its morning walk aah my kitchen table endlinehere  winters end my warm socks with big holes endlinehere  spring sunshine on the cats belly mountain hermitage endlinehere  late snow a pheasant calls in the morning mist endlinehere  ides of march anyone remembers the history teacher endlinehere  spring blossoms the old farmer coughs blood endlinehere  winter sunset half of my buddha still in the light endlinehere  remembering you the sparkle of the last icicle endlinehere  first sunrise a fallen camellia shines on my path endlinehere  winter sunshine the slow growth of a stones shadow endlinehere  autumn equinox the murmur of waves slowly changes endlinehere  high autumn sky in the world of men voices of insects endlinehere  autumn deepens these tiny pink flowers on my wildest weeds endlinehere  in the shade of the full moon distant fireworks endlinehere  summer heat the cats sleep on the barbeque endlinehere  looking for fireflies i almost miss the dramatic night sky endlinehere  meditating on a rainy day new green tea endlinehere  morning prayers the graves of the ancestors in deep silence endlinehere  day moon the clock has stopped ticking endlinehere  autumn evening the lingering warmth of this old deck chair endlinehere  summers end my cat still high on the hot tin roof endlinehere  autumn with alzheimer she breaks the bread carefully endlinehere  globalization he serves the sushi fish on french bread endlinehere  lightning far away in the sky first firefly endlinehere  summer in the temple the horns of the dragon just visible endlinehere  may rain ever more sparkling shades of green endlinehere  confucius another long path to the old pond endlinehere  late spring the old kettle still shines endlinehere  war in iraq a spider hides in the cherry blossom endlinehere  blue mountains the old tombstone keeps watch endlinehere  spring storm the tall pine leans toward the short endlinehere  rosebuds in snow the softness of his hand on my shoulder endlinehere  spring storm the wind rings our visitors bell endlinehere  mandarin ducks a silent pair on the dinner table endlinehere  winter in town the stone memorial of the god of water endlinehere  winter morning a few dewdrops on my last rose endlinehere  winter sunshine the many shadows of a small camellia endlinehere  wedding anniversary does he still love me like the red winter berries endlinehere  cold winter day hot tea from kenya in my cup endlinehere  mountain temple a prayer overgrown with moss endlinehere  autumn deepens a last sunray on the pines endlinehere  misty morning a black and white world behind the graves endlinehere  doing the dishes a tiny soap bubble rises toward heaven endlinehere  summer sunset your hand heavy on my knee endlinehere  snow on red leaves so many coincidences in my life endlinehere  the dragon now a cloud in my sky endlinehere  autumn deepens memories fade into misty clouds endlinehere  autumn deepens the crows chatter muffled by thick fog endlinehere  just staring at some autumn clouds a hot cup of tea endlinehere  lunchtime a dead cicada surrounded by ants endlinehere  fragrant daphne the money collector stops before he knocks endlinehere  hailstorm under the groaning roof i hold my breath endlinehere  an old temple amongst cedar trees too many leaves fallen endlinehere  forgetting my words step by step the autumn night deepens endlinehere  a mosquito aiming noisily the sound of one hand endlinehere  watching summer clouds thoughts shaping and reshaping endlinehere  fine shell new moon onto cherry pink horizon shades of easter egg endlinehere  alzheimers white white white snow falls endlinehere  pomegranate jam the wild smell of autumn endlinehere  corner of dark street shadow of ice cream truck endlinehere  highway drive crescent moon fading into dark endlinehere  summer morning kiss bridges the gap between iron bars endlinehere  in the mirror the stranger coughs morning fog endlinehere  after midnight squashed roach still moving endlinehere  familiar names the warmth of a woodstove in january endlinehere  childhood scrapbook the life expectancy of scotch tape endlinehere  frost moon i tell my daughter the truth endlinehere  restless night the morning starts without me endlinehere  black friday two crows tear at a plastic bag endlinehere  tan lines and coconut oil high tide endlinehere  antique store window looking at dirty street snow through colored bottles endlinehere  cold attic faded cigar box filled with seashells endlinehere  windless day the prolific weeds at the grave site endlinehere  egret stands in the blue rice field dusk creeps in endlinehere  long centipede on the ceiling long talks of what to do endlinehere  white clouds drift in the august sky a child dreams endlinehere  eating alone the sound of cold milk into a glass endlinehere  a dragonfly on a dragonfly summer heat endlinehere  tying a knot in the grass blade midsummer endlinehere  a dead key on the grand piano winter darkness endlinehere  old sandbox the weeds all grown up endlinehere  bright and full above the fields coyote song endlinehere  beer bottles clink in the cooler summer solstice endlinehere  watching the deer watch me morning moon endlinehere  blossom rain the way she laughs at all my jokes endlinehere  the moon almost empty winter rain endlinehere  the scarecrow covered in crows widows farm endlinehere  misted air mother stirs autumn into jam endlinehere  state lockdown resisting the tyranny of cupcakes endlinehere  lockdown sometimes the old teapot seems heavier endlinehere  snuffed candle smoke the shades of family ghosts filling photographs endlinehere  abandoned church a whisper of wings from the shadows endlinehere  lost in the crowd the emptiness in a beggars bowl endlinehere  summers end a marsh heron lifts into dusk endlinehere  history repeats the old station clock aligns its hands endlinehere  night train i travel alone with the crowd endlinehere  funeral morning my battle scarred tomcat brings me a purr endlinehere  another noon still standing in my fathers shadow endlinehere  lighting cigarettes from each others cigarettes the slow setting sun endlinehere  hailstones against the windscreen our silence endlinehere  small white butterflies she starts to think it might be too late endlinehere  sunlight on grandfathers whiskers we close the lid endlinehere  in the rest home lounge the quiet piano its line of cracked keys endlinehere  evening breeze winding through war graves the scent of mown grass endlinehere  transit camp dust tracks deepening on the childs face endlinehere  gliding back and forth through the office aquarium goldfish and workers endlinehere  in the old folder of accountancy reports a pressed wild flower endlinehere  white satin cool against her skin choosing a coffin endlinehere  fortieth birthday fastening my old belt at a new hole endlinehere  abandoned steelworks a small weed cracking concrete endlinehere  thunderstorm downpour thrashing against the window her sweat on my lips endlinehere  darkening skies cattle clatter down the ramp into the abattoir endlinehere  electric storm out of a dark horizon a ravens eye endlinehere  summer thunderstorm filling air with tension she crosses her thighs endlinehere  taking the old road to my fathers stone the slow tilt of stars endlinehere  nude in the sauna the young woman pours water on stony silence endlinehere  silent as a mouse the trap endlinehere  kissing the widow along her silver neck chain the glint of his ring endlinehere  how slowly the coffee drips morning rain endlinehere  packing away the baby blankets late frost endlinehere  wishing she wasnt cremated mothers day endlinehere  chemo patient seeking inspiration in a bookstore endlinehere  just before the dish hits the floor the silence endlinehere  one just sits and blue dawn light floods his poor house endlinehere  soprano clear and cool and pale violin float above the freeway noise endlinehere  the winter sun in the cancer ward a quiet old couple endlinehere  old pond another lily in bloom endlinehere  no real reason for a small sadness late white roses endlinehere  between downpours orchestral swell through a half open window endlinehere  through a wine glass the swaying of feathery grass heads endlinehere  wild poppies gusts of music from the midsummer fair endlinehere  shadows a window ledge just big enough to hold two doves endlinehere  half moon only broken crackers in the tin endlinehere  revision notes brushing sand into the gaps endlinehere  the first dusk of may its suddenly there a pale orange poppy endlinehere  dandelions two drinkers unzip by the path endlinehere  scrunched up clouds a blue plastic bag in the nettles endlinehere  early spring one morning the clang of scaffolding poles endlinehere  platform through the glass roof the shapes of swooping gulls endlinehere  sneaking out thru the bathroom window steam meets fog endlinehere  in my rear view mirror the moon on full beam endlinehere  hard frost wrapping myself up against the breakfast news endlinehere  winter bleak under the rail bridge graffiti blooms endlinehere  christmas lights high above the street a skein of twilight geese endlinehere  in the walled garden the scent of decaying apples endlinehere  another day another apple crumble autumn deepens endlinehere  autumn days the weight of my lifes unpicked apples endlinehere  hindsight a field of cut stalks endlinehere  tree burl summer reveals my old scars endlinehere  our shadows leaning on the railings on the pond endlinehere  wind chime my phone picks up a wifi hotspot endlinehere  fallen apples the constellation of the gardener endlinehere  forget me nots our white dog shakes off pale blue stars endlinehere  remembering you cold and warm on the same breeze endlinehere  day break half a pale blue egg shell endlinehere  good friday the outstretched arms of the espalier pear endlinehere  how high into the hillside cemetery the fog tide rolls endlinehere  exposed roots the tree outside her childhood home endlinehere  punctuation a rose petal falls from the vase endlinehere  all the suns that we can muster winter celandine endlinehere  work done my shadow reaches the sunlit laurels endlinehere  the window cleaners ladder leaves two small holes in the planet endlinehere  oh a cold rain again fills the river with circles endlinehere  moss on the roof tiles first one cat then another endlinehere  years end theres a hearse in the fast lane endlinehere  geminids a couple of white pills before i go to bed endlinehere  double whisky everything glistens in the mist endlinehere  overcast until a white moth lands on my phone screen endlinehere  wind chime a text brings news of his death endlinehere  frost burn high windows blaze with sunlight endlinehere  glistening frost the slow blue arc of a buzzard endlinehere  roadkill pheasant all the blustery colours of autumn endlinehere  in the hedge the lighted windows of a train endlinehere  even after years the scent of honeysuckle one summer night endlinehere  monday morning ant traffic on the main stem of the rose endlinehere  full moon a pear hanging this side of the wall endlinehere  starless night the cyclist without lights endlinehere  hawk on a fence post first light the rain a kind of mist endlinehere  day moon the jellyfish we spot from the end of the pier endlinehere  high summer where the shade stops so does the dog endlinehere  not long till sundown into the willows a yellow frisb e e endlinehere  another cloudy night i google the moon phase endlinehere  sunless days the world locked in a pine cone endlinehere  easter sunset a red tinged cross of contrails endlinehere  neatly stacked the scents of sawn timber endlinehere  plum blossom the haiku poets mind elsewhere endlinehere  spring sunshine on a high branch a plastic bag puffs out its chest endlinehere  winter solstice inside the hollow tree fire blackened endlinehere  a cut glass bowl holds the shells of our summers this life in exile endlinehere  hard frost deep in my coat pocket summer sea glass endlinehere  that same music again and again winter rain endlinehere  the graveyard our icy shortcut through the winter fog endlinehere  icebleak no colour but the rail bridge graffiti endlinehere  still life at the lakes edge a trees reflection caught in the ice endlinehere  november sun leaning on the old stone wall a shadow tree endlinehere  the years end all those graveyard names carved into the fog endlinehere  war memorial snow has almost covered the poppy wreaths endlinehere  pumpkin moon tai chi movements time the eclipse photos endlinehere  frost on the pumpkin lunar eclipse endlinehere  earthquake with the typhoon more coins at the temple endlinehere  memorial day a shadow for each white cross endlinehere  spring moonset a rice ball for breakfast endlinehere  tailgating trucker is that load bound for k mart worth more than my life endlinehere  this road no one goes down it autumn evening endlinehere  natural rhythms moons and tides supplanted by yellow red and green endlinehere  seven miles per gallon bush thanks you for supporting the iraq war endlinehere  my ford explorer on a never ending quest for a parking spot endlinehere  cochrane alberta coyotes howling in the night honking geese at dawn endlinehere  like custers bugler you sound the charge remember the little big horn endlinehere  i corridor microsofties creep to work slowly in nice cars endlinehere  if you really love america hang that flag on a bicycle endlinehere  atlanta traffic easy to see why sherman burned this city down endlinehere  a hundred streets named peachtree no wonder sherman burned this city down endlinehere  i saw that finger yes you in the intrepid we shall meet again endlinehere  hes a stop and go christopher columbus in your ford explorer endlinehere  brooklyn bridge walkway bombsquad found a stray backpack homeland traffic jam endlinehere  keep an eye open for food gas and ten year old an amber alert endlinehere  the mailbox captive in snowdrift a letter from war endlinehere  late afternoon a wind chime softly sings in snowy garden endlinehere  autumn bonfire all my summer dreams scatter with the smoke endlinehere  growing darkness gleam of setting sun on chinese lantern endlinehere  concentration camp winter branches touch the statues shoulders endlinehere  stripping off her sweatshirt sparks in the dark endlinehere  valentines day only rain on the scarecrow endlinehere  aged painter trembling leaves from the tip of his brush endlinehere  a new month different seeds on the spaniels ears endlinehere  dream catcher the shifting colours of rain endlinehere  wild wind on dry sedge what more on her mind endlinehere  oak stump i remember the hornets last summer endlinehere  apple core how to bottle memories endlinehere  first dawn alone the widow eats his half of the orange endlinehere  lunar eclipse his eyes on her frayed jeans front endlinehere  petal gust the street flutists scrambled notes endlinehere  blue dawn the rains last phrase on a glass pane endlinehere  red lobster her prying glance through the mist endlinehere  mixing bowls the shallow echoes of bells endlinehere  winter solstice the widow tightens her braids endlinehere  candle drippings on the epitaph a broken word endlinehere  granite wall a cold touch so hard to resist endlinehere  mountain wind the echo of a cuckoos cough louder endlinehere  overcast an orange scarf flails on the clothesline endlinehere  plop the sound of bubble from a carp endlinehere  pine strand flailing in night sky the first low star endlinehere  twilight rain the blue heron mid lake somehow smaller endlinehere  evening mist in the distance a yelping endlinehere  opaque windows barring the dawn of the new year endlinehere  even seagulls imitate the stones first frost endlinehere  the sound of foam withdrawing from the shore our unsaid goodbyes endlinehere  winter trees waiting on the silence our breaths endlinehere  full moon he smoothens a wrinkle on her hand endlinehere  somehow our shrinking shadows touch harvest moon endlinehere  crocus buds secrets weve kept from each other endlinehere  cherry blossoms shedding in the moonlight the milky way endlinehere  winter sky the white cats eyes bluer endlinehere  the coming of summer all the petals i brushed off my hair endlinehere  gray spring dawn the shiver of daffodils in my bones endlinehere  this cold sakura cherry blossoms on my window endlinehere  this sunless spring day chickadees chatter on my indecisions endlinehere  watching rain drum beat on window pane the deaf cat endlinehere  spring fever shoots among the lilies she cant name endlinehere  mirror she sees her flaws in his eyes endlinehere  mirror her mothers lips pursing like hers endlinehere  between her and his goodbye sudden hail endlinehere  from haiku scribblings to a prayer on a giant wave endlinehere  secrets burrowing in sand dunes a pale sunlight endlinehere  left out in the rain her old haiku on cherry blossoms endlinehere  late winter walk soft rain on bare cherry trees harder on my thoughts endlinehere  in the mist waiting to meet you budding crocus endlinehere  frosted dawn his words hang over coffee endlinehere  deep winter nothing much to say even among crows endlinehere  on street a shower of petals for no one endlinehere  first frost the last of the roses have lost their names endlinehere  girl in sunday dress in her fathers shadow lost too soon endlinehere  day after christmas crows waddling to bus stop no one awaits endlinehere  blizzard the slanting lines piercing lines our locked hands endlinehere  first frost the chapel two hours darker for vespers endlinehere  white sun burning through november sky her nth unanswered call endlinehere  turning one leaf at a time entries for memorials endlinehere  autumn sunset breaches rain swept horizon as embers sizzle endlinehere  picking autumn leaves off the grass her grave nothing but fine rain endlinehere  pomegranate seeds bursting in their hands haiku endlinehere  on an evening trail of red dragonflies swarming in a pool stars endlinehere  leaves crackling in her grave tiny hands sweep leavings of sparrows endlinehere  swarm of tiny wings fades out in the autumn sky unfinished journal endlinehere  white moonlight seeps into my sadness into a mulch bed endlinehere  grey skies grey thoughts so clear as reflections on rain puddles endlinehere  crow and i scanning yards for signs of life eye at each other endlinehere  maple twig turns lemon hue in the rain i reply to summer mail endlinehere  folding beach mats the whiff of fresh grilled corn this chilly morning endlinehere  dawn by the river we breach a wall of sand the cry of a loon endlinehere  crow browsing grass steps on camellia blossom fractured silence endlinehere  cloudy day my thoughts stuck on a spider web endlinehere  a red berry falls staining the snow a silent sunset endlinehere  this dark night only white spots move on the calico cat endlinehere  love again the scent of cypress after rain endlinehere  spring thaw water from the fridge drips onto the floor endlinehere  post office stamped on the sidewalk pink blossoms endlinehere  suddenly somewhere in the fog crows calling endlinehere  new years day donkeys aflank to sunrise endlinehere  oregon summer the haze from distant wildfires turning the moon red endlinehere  when my time is done remember i saw swallows taking their first flight endlinehere  flank to the sunrise old donkey taking winter one day at a time endlinehere  withering daisies brittle petals littering the dusty pasture endlinehere  a young deer peering at me around the hedgerow then the silent leap endlinehere  october daisy bedraggled but still upright the cold morning rain endlinehere  herding a young deer through the gate to its mother steady autumn rain endlinehere  patient old donkey waiting for her morning hay gray august sunrise endlinehere  orion rises dragging autumn behind him late august morning endlinehere  foggy day on the verrazano the car vanishes endlinehere  wooden buddha with a cracked head on display no buyers endlinehere  hibiscus under the eaves frost burned petals endlinehere  the fish lazily surface in the pond nearby the sun on my teacup endlinehere  dusk an unfinished sweater on the rocking chair endlinehere  sleepless night the whistle of a distant train going where endlinehere  last straw rejection the telemarketer tells me im too old endlinehere  poetry meeting i try to read my haiku a frog in my throat endlinehere  here and there breaking through the dusks mist bright lights endlinehere  mountain pass we rebuild the cairn to fit the wind endlinehere  a back road and a flat tire the peach blossoms endlinehere  voices of loons cross the misted cove call and response endlinehere  storm clouds the roofer talks about overtime endlinehere  nearly eighty opening a jar of preserves endlinehere  long after the funeral service the unspoken words endlinehere  rainy day they give me back my shoelaces endlinehere  paper couture she wears my love letter close to her heart endlinehere  weathered wall a hint of the height marks left behind endlinehere  backwaters i row my boat into sunshine endlinehere  orange and fuchsia the way the sun sets on her saree endlinehere  prayer lamp something of me in the moth dust endlinehere  charcoal graffiti a heart on the mud wall bleeds in rain endlinehere  masala chai in an alien street a whiff of home endlinehere  collecting shells a bit of sea breeze in my pocket endlinehere  autumn rain a clay ducks lidless belly fills with stars endlinehere  summer butterfly a girl wearing a white dress in the morning breeze endlinehere  covid a butterfly trapped between the doors endlinehere  valentines day another heart attack in the old neighborhood endlinehere  prairie dogs mares tails over little big horn endlinehere  morning fog a railroad crossing at the end of the world endlinehere  ginko the group returns with a hundred selfies endlinehere  easter sunday my mothers bible stuffed with obits endlinehere  spring morning a railroad bridge into fog endlinehere  idle conversation the daffodils nodding in the breeze endlinehere  indian summer a yellowed postcard falls from the book endlinehere  lighting the paper lantern autumn sunset endlinehere  groundhog day another friend returns to earth endlinehere  missing you the cry of the loon from shore to shore endlinehere  murmurs in her sleep the moon slips behind the clouds endlinehere  cold night snowflakes settle on coal cars endlinehere  winter evening the last dried pepper goes into the soup endlinehere  interstate an amish buggy wavers in a thermal endlinehere  dusk the space between us filling with snow endlinehere  winter solstice the virgin mary receives a new light bulb endlinehere  soft jazz candle light and lip gloss in the corner endlinehere  earth day slowly the anesthetic takes effect endlinehere  august my father does not say good morning endlinehere  cloudburst the last nail hammered in the rain endlinehere  autumn chill the mausoleum covered with sparrows endlinehere  autumn chill the chalkboard screeches at her touch endlinehere  signal station a woodpecker taps in the dusk endlinehere  snow flurries a blue jays feather clings to the yard endlinehere  snow glare onion bulbs sprouting from the bag endlinehere  geriatric ward the table groans when they fold it up endlinehere  sun dog so many names carved on the cliff endlinehere  easter an anxious mother calls in the wind endlinehere  breathless camellias falling one by one endlinehere  starless night las vegas spills over the desert endlinehere  fragile morning a blue psilocybin in the middle of the garden endlinehere  spring wind the magnolia sweeps the sky endlinehere  night shift he tree frogs sing a road through the forest endlinehere  a dark horse with a blue harness winter solstice endlinehere  cold spring burnt waffles and raspberry jam endlinehere  mid summer the nighthawk cries between pittsburgh and heaven endlinehere  on the roof late my brother hammers nails in the moon endlinehere  new sheets i remember your hands endlinehere  soft rain the way the oncologist says we endlinehere  thinking of her in the past tense cloud shadow endlinehere  the beggar counting coins first stars endlinehere  twin towers repeating their absence day after day endlinehere  waiting for a call from the son who never calls mothers day endlinehere  post election washing the dishes doing the laundry endlinehere  wave from a kid riding the carousel summers end endlinehere  abandoned factory parking spaces marked reserved endlinehere  eighty third birthday i read the directions one more time endlinehere  a day at the beach june endlinehere  night rain drumming on my mind endlinehere  old friends the garden fading into twilight endlinehere  petals in the wind my neighbors practise tai chi endlinehere  home for christmas the fruitcake we always pretended to like endlinehere  autumn leaves my fear of falling endlinehere  cold moon the sound of my words in her eyes endlinehere  the heat a silent fountain drenched in moonlight endlinehere  trick or treat i promise the vampire the dog wont bite endlinehere  fireworks over the silence of the stars endlinehere  walking home after the rainbow a crescent moon endlinehere  omaha beach the sound of wave after wave endlinehere  memorial day old enough to remember a time between wars endlinehere  memorial day we try to remember when the war began endlinehere  she tells me i missed a beautiful sunrise black no sugar endlinehere  childrens voices who will tell the dandelion its a weed endlinehere  her obituary the things we did that summer endlinehere  a homeless man rises from the sidewalk easter morning endlinehere  brightening sky after the eclipse a skylarks song endlinehere  steady rain a little salt in my beer endlinehere  crescent moon the new home still full of echoes endlinehere  first pussy willow i open my notebook of unfinished poems endlinehere  the curved back of a garden buddha winter rain endlinehere  years end the time it takes a contrail to dissolve endlinehere  deep in the woods leaves drifting over what used to be a wall endlinehere  autumn light nobody i know in the obits endlinehere  autumn leaves i follow their drift endlinehere  where the carpet is wearing thin autumn sunlight endlinehere  as old as i feel on a gray morning autumn equinox endlinehere  evening calm her garden the color of moonlight endlinehere  awake in the dark the darkness endlinehere  narrow path i make way for the butterfly endlinehere  coming home the scent of the ocean before the sound endlinehere  labor day a fly buzzing around the leftovers endlinehere  poor neighborhood a dog barking at the end of a rope endlinehere  vacant lot hardly worth a haiku endlinehere  steady rain where the bookstore used to be endlinehere  class reunion an old friends glance at my name tag endlinehere  easter vigil candle flames tremble at our breath endlinehere  just passing through a parking lot where i saw gone with the wind endlinehere  train window the landscape coming to a stop endlinehere  a furniture store where the church used to be vernal equinox endlinehere  midnight the silence beyond the streetlight endlinehere  waving goodnight after the party the chill endlinehere  the white coffin she was buried in this winter light endlinehere  first snow a walk through fallen leaves to my childhood endlinehere  harvest moon the things i have left undone endlinehere  harvest moon she tells him shes late endlinehere  downtown pointing the way with her cigarette endlinehere  twelve years old learning to pronounce hiroshima endlinehere  an infant asleep on her mothers lap this heat endlinehere  the silence around our words fireflies endlinehere  winter moon a tired old man in the mirror endlinehere  the laughter of children running uphill gettysburg endlinehere  waiting up for their teenaged daughter distant fireworks endlinehere  evening rain she lets down her hair endlinehere  at the end of a long afternoon my faded shadow endlinehere  awakened by moonlight an old regret endlinehere  only the wind off the ocean omaha beach endlinehere  a few petals left by the sweeper sunset clouds endlinehere  locked out i write a haiku about daffodils endlinehere  another spring who will tell the dandelion its a weed endlinehere  powdering the dog a child asks if fleas go to heaven endlinehere  valentines day shaking the snow from the roses endlinehere  a toast to the departing year snow turns to rain endlinehere  after a storm the absence of a tree endlinehere  waiting room the steady hum of the fish tank endlinehere  in the nursing home she talks about the brother no one talks about endlinehere  the morning sun on grandmas grave first butterfly endlinehere  writers block staring out the window at snowflakes endlinehere  easter sunday the carefully trimmed beard of the young priest endlinehere  reading the tea leaves the gray in her hair endlinehere  new moon an orange eyed opossum eat its dead endlinehere  the doctor wants to take a closer look coffee gone cold endlinehere  good news from the cardiologist autumn butterfly endlinehere  dusting the books ill read when i have time winter solstice endlinehere  indian summer the slugs pneumostome wide open endlinehere  burning leaves the kiss shed give before wed part endlinehere  dried leaves hurry down the path standard time endlinehere  sleeping late this autumn morning the bed half empty endlinehere  crisp wind the taste of the apple just after picking it endlinehere  night wind the moon in a corner of the window endlinehere  on the beach by the ancient city sand castle ruins endlinehere  rain mixed with snow spring equinox endlinehere  valentines day we let the champagne go flat endlinehere  her head bent over tea leaves how old shes grown endlinehere  long winter my wife slows her pace to mine endlinehere  undressing for bed i find a hole in my sock the winter wind endlinehere  returning spring in the dawn light she looks like my first love endlinehere  morning prayer the patter of rain as i reach amen endlinehere  teenagers exchanging promises summers end endlinehere  today i walk through a puddle because i can endlinehere  her alzheimers a dragonfly goes comes endlinehere  last of his line the year of his death still uncarved endlinehere  snow falling on the headstones just and unjust wars endlinehere  petals in the wind my neighbors practice tai chi in the parking lot endlinehere  first firefly she asks me to repeat what i just said endlinehere  first light after the car alarm birdsong endlinehere  second martini i like the way she asks me if i twitter endlinehere  my first bite of persimmon a trace of shiki endlinehere  holy week she teaches her grandchild to light a candle endlinehere  another spring i revise my death poem endlinehere  winter break i hope ill be home for the crocuses endlinehere  garden buddha morning rain washes away the snow endlinehere  the age i used to call old winter solstice endlinehere  quiet sunday a winter fly too slow to kill endlinehere  old photo i recognize my fathers silence endlinehere  hard times the car salesmans missing tooth endlinehere  starry night one firefly after another endlinehere  assisi sunset pilgrims gather at a gift shop endlinehere  city sunset he buys her a rose endlinehere  red light the bus driver reads his horoscope endlinehere  flag pin in the salesmans lapel memorial day endlinehere  the soft patter of a computer keyboard midnight solitude endlinehere  main street a red pick up cruises the spring rain endlinehere  traffic jam a flight of geese across the highway endlinehere  first light an unknown bird sings me awake endlinehere  darkened church she teaches her grandchild to light a candle endlinehere  ash wednesday this is the year hell quit endlinehere  thin crescent i wonder what she meant by that endlinehere  packing up the creche one of the wise men is missing endlinehere  cold moon a carriage horse trots up sixth endlinehere  cold moon the glitter of city lights in the river endlinehere  thin crescent she closes the curtains endlinehere  whistling kettle snowflakes in the wind endlinehere  cold rain lavender neon surrounds a sex shop window endlinehere  twentyfourseven an empty laundromat at dawn endlinehere  overtime through an office window the harvest moon endlinehere  a night of fireflies and cricket song the end of summer endlinehere  rain on the lake turning down the volume endlinehere  where do i put the accent hiroshima endlinehere  brookside whales are roaring in a poem i read endlinehere  sudden shower cursing the umbrella he left at home endlinehere  mothers day something sexy for his wife endlinehere  war news i wash the ink from my fingers endlinehere  rainy night a light in the bookstore window endlinehere  wiping his eyes before the lights come up sad movie endlinehere  winter sunset shadows of branches climb the fire escape endlinehere  january walk santa claus and a flag in a neighbors window endlinehere  my friends ashes heavier than i expected winter wind endlinehere  home for a visit the sound of rain on the river endlinehere  low mass the old priest believes more than he remembers endlinehere  new years party the divorced couple leaves together endlinehere  midwinter the coffee drinker sips tea endlinehere  morning rush reading walden on the subway endlinehere  election day revising the poem one more time endlinehere  fog moving in another phone call unreturned endlinehere  summer rain my umbrella stays closed endlinehere  early summer old women in the shade of the bus shelter endlinehere  a boy and his dad playing catch out back long shadows endlinehere  main street ribbons that used to be yellow endlinehere  terminal his favorite ice cream melts in the cup endlinehere  spring morning those young men have noticed what shes not wearing endlinehere  old western black hats white hats in shades of gray endlinehere  spring rain a man standing outside the bus shelter endlinehere  snowflakes a robins flight from tree to tree endlinehere  serving coffee she asks if i take cream the curve of her wrist endlinehere  waiting for you at the sidewalk cafe half moon endlinehere  chemotherapy she always liked the way i kissed her hair endlinehere  undulation of a faded flag autumn afternoon endlinehere  streetlight my shadow growing fading endlinehere  do i know you my young face looks to me from an old photo endlinehere  torn shades of dilapidated house crocus blooming blue endlinehere  from train depot multicolored umbrellas streaming along misty streets endlinehere  between pages a frayed recipe in my mothers hand endlinehere  from basement window the underside of sunflowers striped deep colored veins endlinehere  before we crest the sand dunes tip the question endlinehere  its only a tree its only my horizon rip of a chain saw endlinehere  helicopter seeds crash land graduation day endlinehere  my mother in the mirror dividing my hair for braiding endlinehere  she drank to remember why she wears lipstick endlinehere  mid autumn our kitchen windows fog up as the sauce simmers endlinehere  pausing between rain showers summer solstice endlinehere  left to simmer the kettle shrieks until answered endlinehere  slice by slice the pie disappears blueberry stains endlinehere  lunar eclipse the weight of anothers shadow endlinehere  the burnt out apple tree blooms rain drops endlinehere  that shade of green the first fireflies clenched in small hands endlinehere  tube station the homeless man still in yesterdays news endlinehere  city traffic ants in and out of a sparrow endlinehere  shaking the stone from her shoe a white opal swings from between her brown breasts endlinehere  one hundred views of the sunrise appartment block endlinehere  winter twilight she studies the face in her mirror endlinehere  winter rain she places his flowers in the second best vase endlinehere  fading light a red leaf bouquet at the smallest grave endlinehere  spring rain as the doctor speaks i think of lilacs endlinehere  false dawn sometimes i still think of home endlinehere  first frost a twirl of yellow leaves as the bus passes endlinehere  plasma tv in high resolution the homeless mans face endlinehere  sparrow song two ladies on the verandah just before the rain endlinehere  summer wind the blue jays reflection in the birdbath endlinehere  a drunk asleep on the beach his mouth open to the sky endlinehere  the ant wanders across the floor meditation room endlinehere  family reunion i stir tea with a fork endlinehere  first snow sour cream drops in the borsch endlinehere  summer moon visits the attic and touches fathers journal endlinehere  subway to work the scent of meditation on my sweater endlinehere  birth certificate water damage on my name endlinehere  in the space of an om countless raindrops endlinehere  echoing in the cup winter prayers endlinehere  subway air my wife and i talk about adoption endlinehere  pranayama the candle goes out as it lights another endlinehere  midnight scent of the incense stick burning itself endlinehere  subway transfer the homeless lady sells mirrors endlinehere  between two decrepit buildings poplar in late evening light endlinehere  death anniversary a curl of incense smoke stuck on the ceiling endlinehere  i watch someone watch someone else the promise of rain endlinehere  bare hill broken glass sparkling where the sun moves endlinehere  summer storm i push the beetle back on its feet endlinehere  predawn a grey dove outside my window endlinehere  solstice a shaft of sunlight through rock endlinehere  rainburst thoughts of you fading endlinehere  straw hat flowers fading under the sun endlinehere  spring rain i sit looking out the window endlinehere  cold nose burrow of warm flannel morning light endlinehere  cool night air city noises fade away memories endlinehere  cool night air folding chair meditations endlinehere  market day hot tired shoppers wait for the free bus endlinehere  call to prayer roosters too fresh morning air endlinehere  dog barks somebody starts their car summers morning light endlinehere  deer carcass alongside the highway silently accepts the rainstorm endlinehere  is spring coming bombs raining down on tripoli on aljazeera endlinehere  winter sesshin in the kitchen my cracked teacup endlinehere  after winter sesshin sharing tea silence endlinehere  winters cold dreaming of my ex wife endlinehere  the sulphuric scent of winter coal out for a walk endlinehere  sometimes sunny sundays in november are unfair endlinehere  sunny sunday in november half assembled shelves wait in the kitchen endlinehere  sunday in autumn neighbor needs money for her cancer meds endlinehere  november email remembering sycamores outside the window endlinehere  october over listening to heavy rain call to prayer endlinehere  heavy steady rain back pain skipped friday prayer endlinehere  heavy steady rain through windows through wet trees the lake in the rain endlinehere  passover moon through the bare branches endlinehere  the holy land no heat no food no water craters endlinehere  new fire old coals in the old stove new year endlinehere  rainstorm guests huddle with candles waiting for dinner endlinehere  after an hour of rain the crickets all seem happy endlinehere  kumquats with russian tea then slowly i undress ellen endlinehere  in the hyacinth garden i sneak a kiss between jimmys lips endlinehere  september th steady slow soft rain endlinehere  full moon full ripe figs end of summer endlinehere  solstice after the last match the last call to prayer endlinehere  spring full moon new roses endlinehere  all night long on the veranda drinking tea and talking about god and our new parrot endlinehere  right left the flash of the float planes light rain on the forest endlinehere  the crunch of the first leaf a sweet sigh endlinehere  the sound of the first fallen leaf this autumn day endlinehere  am rain and wind on the island another insomnia night endlinehere  soft rain her thoughts of lost love intrude into her day endlinehere  he looks at her underlying chill in the air smell of rain endlinehere  another day without him she misses all the little things still the sun shines endlinehere  cancer clinic visit day breaking from the night a seaplane is waiting endlinehere  feelings of joy float in and out red seaweed endlinehere  on the pillow his bouquet of wild flowers this last day of spring endlinehere  dusting off the ancestors and stirring up memories spring cleaning endlinehere  waiting for the sun the clouds hide his face first cup of coffee endlinehere  awake at am she drags her kimono from room to room endlinehere  a milky sea mass of logs sit and rest as an eagle soars endlinehere  finally a day of sun here in the rain forest freckles on my face endlinehere  from the tidal pool two crabs in an embrace todays lunch endlinehere  buddhist monks chat on the th day of the disaster looking for lost souls endlinehere  dawn the night separating from the day a birds song endlinehere  on the table apple blossom branches a new scent endlinehere  forever waiting for the ring of the phone watching the rain endlinehere  in the hospital watching the clouds drift by sharp needle in the hand endlinehere  grey and rainy going with my mother to a seniors complex endlinehere  soft rain my mother and i look at retirement homes endlinehere  rainy february day cloud after cloud after cloud pray for a clear day endlinehere  chilly morning memories of a love affair floating in my mind endlinehere  home again his scent lingers on her kimono endlinehere  awoken at am the honking of canada geese spring is here endlinehere  snowballs her seasonal cookies eaten one by one endlinehere  grey surrounds wind blows in from the window advents candles blow out endlinehere  winter solstice too many things to do this shortest of days endlinehere  on the island the first snowfall red gloves endlinehere  first mandarin sweet and sour taste scent of christmas endlinehere  side of the road flowers a deep shade of blue thoughts fly to you endlinehere  a wind up frog hops across the wooden floor thoughts of haiku endlinehere  on the weight scale too many extra pounds autumns abundance endlinehere  crunch crunch crunch stepping on fallen acorns this autumn day endlinehere  rain clouds patches of blue in the sky first cup of coffee endlinehere  in the morning darkness coffee cup in hand missing the sunshine endlinehere  fall morning fog resting on cedars cup of kona endlinehere  fall afternoon the boat on the river slow heart beating endlinehere  hazy skies the cedars less dark this summer day endlinehere  crickets in the garden time passing me by mothers ageing hands endlinehere  my sons birthday not sharing the cake chasing the seagull away endlinehere  cloudless night she looks into the mirror counting new wrinkles endlinehere  cloudy sky the sun a bright red first cup of coffee endlinehere  rain filled morning i hold my face upward tears like rain endlinehere  cool and cloudy day slowly the season changes mirrored in your eyes endlinehere  visit to the old villa the scent of lost money endlinehere  after the solstice already feeling the touch of winter endlinehere  the red breasted bird outside the cancer clinic spring nest building now endlinehere  dark spring morning busy conversation of birds awakens interest endlinehere  morning sunshine bright chases all worry from cancer operation success endlinehere  dancing in the yard rows of tidy daffodils oh so very yellow endlinehere  a float plane divides the canada geese summer stillness endlinehere  summer solstice the smoke of bonfires hill after hill endlinehere  spring cleaning today dead ladybug on the window memory of lost love endlinehere  cold sea and warm air merge fog horns endlinehere  scent of seaweed drifts into the cemetery i walk alone endlinehere  in the cemetary around his headstone first snowdrops endlinehere  a slow walk to the cemetery memory of blue irises endlinehere  through the fog a few spots of red first robins endlinehere  old chestnut tree white candles sway spring wind endlinehere  ides of march her letter to him pain in his heart endlinehere  lights of the ferry leave the island of cedars in deep dark shadow endlinehere  the full december moon he counts his birthdays snow on the temple endlinehere  the advent wreath candles lighting the dim room his old eyes shinning endlinehere  november morning counting the many shades of grey endlinehere  chilly morning mountains topped with first snow warm coffee cup endlinehere  snow covered temple lone woman in a red coat kneels to pray anyway endlinehere  indian summer his voice in the fall of the leaves endlinehere  through the pulp mill smoke a long red line is showing start of a sunrise endlinehere  the rushing river full of the summers rainfall endlinehere  the budapest square autumn leaves drift here and there on young protestors endlinehere  dark august sky the moon an orange egg her shadow trailing endlinehere  summer morning the sound of wind chimes on every balcony endlinehere  this dark and grey day a soft rain falling down on the heat dried roses endlinehere  tonight on my deck setting sun the longest time bring memories back endlinehere  rain laden cedars my skin feels so moist today scent of yellow rose endlinehere  on this dark grey day my thoughts wander to a pair of blue irises endlinehere  a bone scan today on the way three birds on the rose scented old path endlinehere  hovering grey sky a small crack in the thick clouds fishing boats come in endlinehere  five years of haiku in a large paper box on top the cat endlinehere  the morning birds such a clear sweet sound making my bed endlinehere  a rainy cool day promise of kona coffee from honolulu endlinehere  belated and elated your gift of a blue candle for my birthday endlinehere  in the early morning down on the white beach a turtle without eyes endlinehere  grey and blue spring morning the lumber mill making clouds my first cup of melitta endlinehere  heavy march rain the daffodils hang their heads my heavy thoughts endlinehere  clear spring night again i am thinking of you waiting for stars to fall endlinehere  moon over cedars in the rainforest scent of you endlinehere  cherry blossoms patients line up at the clinic sweet scent endlinehere  in the rainforst moss hung trees sound of silence endlinehere  i check the calendar to see if this is a special day international womens day endlinehere  late winter the yellow roses still out soft feel of snow endlinehere  in a vase twelve blue irises late winter storm endlinehere  march sunrise rays of red and gold through clouds a fishing boat returns endlinehere  yellow winter roses mist over the garden sound of fog horn endlinehere  at midnight the fog horn in the mist yellow roses endlinehere  what was a storm now lies wet and white on the ground endlinehere  spring day cool and grey cup of tea endlinehere  grey today the waves rush memories endlinehere  spring morning your hand on my breast a bird endlinehere  parting the fog blue nose of the ferry homeward bound endlinehere  autumn sky many layers of clouds pile of leaves endlinehere  autumn sky shades of pink and purple field of pumkins endlinehere  first day of autumn splash of a spawning salmon another cycle begins endlinehere  last day of september bay and islands in fog aroma of coffee endlinehere  first day of october the morning sun in my eyes clank of the furnace endlinehere  a fine mist covers the tall cedars foggy glasses endlinehere  at breakfast after first sip of coffee i notice a rainbow endlinehere  wild fires rage scent of cedar fills the air endlinehere  over the bay august full moon rises as days shorten endlinehere  reading a book a sudden brightness the full moon endlinehere  high winds trees down on power lines no morning coffee endlinehere  on a grey day a spot of colour his red hair endlinehere  on a clear day from the pulp mill clouds appear endlinehere  from under the dock come the canada geese one by one endlinehere  a day of sun after many of rain my dirty windows endlinehere  in the room white lillies in the vase scent of pepper endlinehere  federal express reaches me through the fog plumeria lei endlinehere  talking with you now this morning somehow scent of plumeria endlinehere  red as the poppy maple leaves fall on the memorial endlinehere  light studded ferry passes in the starless night another week end endlinehere  a tunnel of fog connects the two islands warmth of my duvet endlinehere  october morning a new pair of new wool socks on my very cold feet endlinehere  first day of autumn even your touch feels somewhat cooler endlinehere  last night of summer the bright full moon of last night hidden by a cloud endlinehere  all my lights off to watch the rising of the harvest moon endlinehere  the sunrise fresh salmon on ice so very pink endlinehere  midnight and full moon my neighbour asks to borrow the vacum cleaner endlinehere  the blue iris colour changing hue soft summer rain endlinehere  a sea change the weather turns cool hot rum and lemon endlinehere  at last some sunshine blue pacifc this morning boiling tea water endlinehere  in this desert a memory of blue sea shells in the sand endlinehere  autumn mist obscures the island in the distance she cleans her glasses endlinehere  in the forest patches of blue between the tall pines endlinehere  the tall pines etched against the sky late september endlinehere  nun and monk watching the blue heron fishing in the bay endlinehere  nun and monk read the book together in two tongues endlinehere  the curved cheek of the young monk sunlight on the bay endlinehere  rainy day in the rainforest drip drip drip endlinehere  the seasons change she buys new colour contacts endlinehere  winter night hot buttered rum fog on glasses endlinehere  grey sea and sky she dreams of blue irises endlinehere  after the party a lone woman drinks a birthday gift endlinehere  an ocean breeze flips through empty pages haijins notebook endlinehere  long after the witching hour a candle flutters endlinehere  pressed among pages of old dictionary a list of action verbs endlinehere  at he takes his bath in last centurys water endlinehere  an orange and pink sky from the pulpmill a grey cloud on the cool spring day endlinehere  the dog star feeling the bite of winter wind endlinehere  cherry trees fifty shades of pink endlinehere  one small step i trace my toe in sand dream of lunar dust endlinehere  still under white sheet his body four hours later rain beats on pavement endlinehere  autumn night the call of a locomotive and i think travel endlinehere  february walk our breath clouds side by side endlinehere  mothers day the smell of roses near a grave endlinehere  picking flowers an explosion of color crosses the minefield endlinehere  a thousand prayers from valley folds and mountains paper cranes endlinehere  only two pinecones on the park bench valentines day endlinehere  after the storm puddles of water with rainbows endlinehere  alone in the tea house rainy night endlinehere  black ice covers the street uprooted tree endlinehere  a butterfly hovers above me friends funeral endlinehere  sad words and tears in my teacup rainstorm endlinehere  moldy odors in the nursing home dying elders endlinehere  mason jar full of dead fireflies dark night endlinehere  lost in her mind fields of white daisies and summer endlinehere  autumns end the air smells different endlinehere  candlelight bath the steam rises from my toes endlinehere  wedding day our vintage vehicle freshly polished endlinehere  on the road again dangling from the rear mirror my new dream catcher endlinehere  finally spring the first cup of coffee unsweetened endlinehere  expanding universe another hole in my blue jeans endlinehere  burnt out candle the lies we tell ourselves before the day begins endlinehere  palliative ward the dark red of her lipstick endlinehere  fathers garden plot im waiting for the weeds to blossom endlinehere  back home the widespread arms of a scarecrow endlinehere  distant horizon the blue line on the pregnancy test endlinehere  first spring light she deletes her fertility app endlinehere  returning swallows she calls me by my old name endlinehere  nursing home a sip of water for the potted violet endlinehere  the tiny buds of december roses stillborn child endlinehere  shell shocked soldier the therapist still so young endlinehere  moonless night a stranger changes fathers urine bag endlinehere  tide change the silence as he guts the fish endlinehere  late frost putting some salt on the red wine stain endlinehere  low tide against the black mud bright egrets endlinehere  as i struggle with a heavy gate the crescent moon endlinehere  stopping by the pharmacy i miss the sunset endlinehere  in a shoebox all the candles of uncelebrated birthdays endlinehere  summer evening from the tall grass the slow rise of fireflies endlinehere  breezy afternoon running my hands across the cool sheets endlinehere  moonlit night across the meadow my shadow grows endlinehere  the house painter descending his ladder blue sky endlinehere  terminal illness by the bedside a young nurse reads a fairytale endlinehere  sultry july day a homeless fans herself with a piece of cardboard endlinehere  minus forty six steam from the coffee warms my nose endlinehere  winter solstice chocolate squares one by one endlinehere  equinox all the colors of autumn in the sky endlinehere  winter soltice tangerine oil in the water of my bath endlinehere  work in the garden warm smell of sweat and of oregano endlinehere  summer night we turn out all the lights to hear the rain endlinehere  tea fragrance from an empty cup the thin winter moon endlinehere  half dark sky a slow roll of thunder joins the cicada endlinehere  spring tea through bone china her thin hand endlinehere  late afternoon the fulness of the cows udder endlinehere  late summer butterfly wings clap a little slower endlinehere  full moon pumpkins in the field ready to pick endlinehere  overcast curls of smoke over a shared fence endlinehere  early thaw the dog digs up last years bone endlinehere  dusk the hiss of waves over a stony shore endlinehere  internet break so little left of this winter day endlinehere  new years eve the warmth of his eyes over cold champagne endlinehere  solstice birthday blowing out a candle for each decade endlinehere  overcast day even the poppies stay curled up endlinehere  early dawn i watch the new year spill down the mountain endlinehere  clouds lifting above the archipelago morning light endlinehere  the owls whoo unanswered this autumn night endlinehere  autumn morning spreading marmalade over burnt toast endlinehere  autumn sun slides through the blinds withered sunflowers endlinehere  candlelit pumpkin the moths reflection in the cats eyes endlinehere  still in bloom new shoots around the fallen pear endlinehere  new years eve bubbles rise again in the old crystal flutes endlinehere  at dusk the sweetness of the roses endlinehere  winter pears eating around the bruises endlinehere  gibbous moon the baby stirs in her belly endlinehere  autumn deepens dusting off an old bottle of port endlinehere  election results low tide clams spit seawater endlinehere  evening walk acorn shells crunch into the silence endlinehere  empty bus stop autumn leaves swirl in the cars wake endlinehere  flu season to kiss or not to kiss endlinehere  drought weeds sprouting near the sprinkler endlinehere  death watch i freshen the water of her bedside iris endlinehere  at the cottage last years mosquitoes on the bedroom wall endlinehere  spring cleaning painting over last years mosquitoes endlinehere  midnight the stallions single kick against the wall endlinehere  quiet stable the sudden force of horse piss endlinehere  drought the first raindrops bounce endlinehere  overcast the next door pianist hits a sour note endlinehere  downpour the pumpkins smile goes out endlinehere  we sip sweet tea in silence a soldiers mother endlinehere  autumn visit over war news we talk of babies endlinehere  fireside a sons face smiles down from the mantelpiece endlinehere  in the yard between our argument a red dragonfly endlinehere  more rain mildew colors the old roof endlinehere  half asleep the rhythm of the receding rain endlinehere  wild iris in the marsh unreachable endlinehere  drifting jet trails half a haiku searches for enlightenment endlinehere  lee of the storm the jagged edges of the new pothole endlinehere  flash of lightning the salesmans oily manner slips endlinehere  bleached driftwood the sand on the floor migrates to the dustpan endlinehere  deep fog i wish i had another cup of tea endlinehere  blurry stars the jasmine bloom fills the air endlinehere  lupine pools another memory stirs my nostalgia endlinehere  globe lilies an empty place at the supper table endlinehere  heat wave the cat opens one eye halfway endlinehere  early stars the weed choked path to the compost endlinehere  haiku potato chips nobody can write just one endlinehere  new leaves the same old face in the mirror endlinehere  fine gray rain a flashmob of santas in union square endlinehere  hurried steps my frosty breath rises towards the half moon endlinehere  undecided voter half a moon hangs in the noon sky endlinehere  autumn chill the blind poodle caught in the phone cord again endlinehere  chemo drip i wish i could give you the moon instead endlinehere  waning moon the cricket behind the fridge starts singing endlinehere  autumn chill her long fingernails drum with the rain endlinehere  farmers market checking out the guy checking me out endlinehere  leafless maple she fingers the wool of his last chemo cap endlinehere  black lace and moonlight her underthings draped over the chair endlinehere  empty bottle we start singing another old tune endlinehere  black ice dads last radiation treatment endlinehere  fresh peaches the wet print of your body on the pool deck endlinehere  night on the town the scent of mackerel on the fog endlinehere  indian summer an unsealed letter on the table endlinehere  flute song the faint scent of the easter lily endlinehere  april stars two brass buttons on the nightstand endlinehere  lunch break the scent of apple blossoms in the sunshine endlinehere  nightfall shooting stars on the power lines endlinehere  mixed rain and sleet the hothouse rose drops another petal endlinehere  distant siren the hurricane lantern swings on its hook endlinehere  fine rain a faded plastic flower on the window endlinehere  october clouds grease stains in relief on the highway endlinehere  indian summer the ceiling fan creaks on startup endlinehere  cold snap the refrigerator freezes the lettuce endlinehere  november sunshine the taste of lemon pepper on my lips endlinehere  gray thanksgiving an outburst of laughter from the kitchen endlinehere  winter twilight the warmth of his back against mine endlinehere  summer stars my husband starts snoring again endlinehere  evening the scent of water on asphalt endlinehere  day moon cottonwoods shimmer in the breeze endlinehere  distant thunder another iris opens its petals endlinehere  prayer group eight candle flames flicker with our breath endlinehere  stone fountain rust stains in the empty bowl endlinehere  hiroshima day the first meteors fall silently endlinehere  spent dandelions a weather beaten lawn chair on the bare patch endlinehere  unknown soldier a fallen comrade carried by two ants endlinehere  tall grass an old desoto beyond the old dodge endlinehere  somber skies drifts of dead fir needles on the road endlinehere  erosion a flattened possom in the road endlinehere  mosquitoes rise the damp scent of clean clothes on the line endlinehere  hot and humid the tea kettle dribbles onto the counter endlinehere  first light cherry leaves heavy with rain endlinehere  ethnic cleansing the colored woman scrubs the white toilet endlinehere  evening prayer hailstones rattle the windows endlinehere  piano recital a steady drone from the coke machine endlinehere  sudden hail the childs marble bag bursts as he runs indoors endlinehere  distant thunder the sharpness in her voice after my comment endlinehere  blind curve dogwood flowers unfold in the rain endlinehere  new book the hands of the clock move faster endlinehere  march warmth the taste of curry on his lips endlinehere  false spring the minty freshness of his kiss endlinehere  popping gum the vacant look in her eyes endlinehere  wind and rain wisteria blooms entwine the barbed wire fence endlinehere  sensuous lips the young man tells me about his fresh fruit endlinehere  sudden chill my aunt corrects the childrens manners endlinehere  winters end another bite of green curry endlinehere  spring gale raindrops on the raw wood of the new fence endlinehere  tart raspberries evening comes earlier and earlier endlinehere  half light the cat turns and washes one paw endlinehere  armistice day a rainbow of wool drying on the clothesline endlinehere  summer love a faded red t shirt rots in the gutter endlinehere  september grasses the rumble of a distant trash cart endlinehere  lofty thoughts the crowns of the redwoods lost in the clouds endlinehere  dry haystack the muffled sound of rain endlinehere  morning tai chi my form wavers with the barking dogs endlinehere  leftover meatloaf we have an argument about his ex wife endlinehere  midsummer stars the cry of a loon shatters the darkness endlinehere  railroad tracks summer shadows fade into twilight endlinehere  summer evening crescents of cantaloupe on a blue plate endlinehere  fresh tea the warmth of his lips on mine endlinehere  high summer a cloud of flies over the road kill endlinehere  neglected garden the sweet peas stage a riot endlinehere  prayers for a dying friend azaleas in bloom endlinehere  tax morning my undrunk tea cold in the cup endlinehere  samhain night another wreath goes up in smoke endlinehere  moving day a wet maple leaf sticks to the mattress endlinehere  droughts end she scribbles haiku on the back of her grocery list endlinehere  chocolate santas do you bite the head off or nibble the toes endlinehere  california dreaming a white christmas inside the snow globe endlinehere  church bells she leaves her good intentions in her hymnal endlinehere  grandpa in his coffin she sings a lullaby before they close the lid endlinehere  no moon the hiss of the ocean against the cliff endlinehere  half mast september sunshine streams through green maple leaves endlinehere  october haze a frayed american flag on the new pickup endlinehere  turning leaves red white and blue bunting covers the mailbox endlinehere  retirement community speed bumps in the cul de sac endlinehere  woodland graffiti a fallen branch carved by bark beetles endlinehere  all souls day the scent of smoke lingers in my hair endlinehere  summer fog layers of color in the sand endlinehere  summer twilight the clock ticks twice for each cricket chirp endlinehere  slug trail the truck dumps asphalt in the paver endlinehere  finished compost the vegetable garden feasts on chocolate cake endlinehere  four am the silence between tick and tock endlinehere  temper tantrum the ring of the axe blade on redwood endlinehere  same old moon the blur of insects against the stars endlinehere  hot morning a bright red poppy buzzes with seven bees endlinehere  brake lights on the beach freeway heat rise endlinehere  scent of autumn the first bite of an apple crunchy and sweet endlinehere  october wind the baby drops the leaf again endlinehere  back porch campout the tall trees darker than the summer sky endlinehere  almost dusk the quarrel of children in the treehouse endlinehere  empty teacup the laundry basket overflows endlinehere  open suitcase she reads the oncology report backwards endlinehere  tilted fence layers of shadows on the ivy endlinehere  autumn twilight an algebra book open on the couch endlinehere  sleepless night a new tooth in the babys smile endlinehere  twilight pools of lupine in the deep meadow grass endlinehere  high bridge the soundless splashes of dropped stones endlinehere  shaking out crumbs the smell of rain on asphalt endlinehere  fourth of july a cottonwood blizzards on the picnic endlinehere  spent tea leaves the scent of almonds and cinnamon endlinehere  rainy day precipitation in the babys nappy endlinehere  coming home piles of laundry on the floor light and dark endlinehere  morning tai chi a breeze stirs the spent petals of the cherry blossoms endlinehere  cloudburst an apple tree rains petals on the asphalt endlinehere  haiku attentive to this moment i smile endlinehere  wet starless night a smiling moon shines on her umbrella endlinehere  autumn chill a faint rainbow in the shower endlinehere  march sunshine the distant call of a robin endlinehere  mountain cabin the voices of people hidden by the night endlinehere  endless summer another beach boys tune on the oldies station endlinehere  distant hawk a gust of cherry petals crosses the lawn endlinehere  day is done poppies amidst the dying grass endlinehere  celtic harp the first raindrops touch my cheeks endlinehere  desire the honey inside me endlinehere  february th a broken heart in the cookie box endlinehere  lost friendship a stray wisp of fog clings to the canyon endlinehere  contact lenses the pines on that hill clear for the first time endlinehere  birdsong the rush of the river over stones endlinehere  spring afternoon the leaf shadow spreads on the pond endlinehere  quarantine we watch the bonsai growing endlinehere  wind through the pines i add his death date to the family tree endlinehere  one finger raised in greeting heat wave endlinehere  machine gun fire she stirs more honey in her tea endlinehere  cinnamon oatmeal still some things right with the world endlinehere  edge of the woods some things i may not want to know endlinehere  beach vacation every night between the sheets a little more sand endlinehere  unconcerned with divorce rates mating butterflies endlinehere  the skipping stone all the way across end of summer endlinehere  family dinner our teen speaks in hashtags endlinehere  night rain chopins nocturne drowns it out endlinehere  summer rain lightning whites out the street lights endlinehere  the crow balancing on a wire and now in the wind endlinehere  dawn haze the bulbuls trills so clear endlinehere  midnight only jasmine now and cricket song endlinehere  equinox the bulbuls song on the edge between day and night endlinehere  spring evening a boy hums the tune i heard half a mile ago endlinehere  tattered clouds the moons whiteness is icier tonight endlinehere  unaimed day beneath the flipped stone five black beetles endlinehere  cricket song softly outlasting the trucks endlinehere  red poppies the butterfly always just out of reach endlinehere  night silence despite the dogs despite a crying baby endlinehere  monsoon clouds a heron bathes in a pool of light endlinehere  night rain a bat wings its way to tomorrow endlinehere  unhurried the egret whiter than the clouds endlinehere  veins of lightning split the sky smell of wet earth endlinehere  moonless suddenly the silence bigbangs into barking endlinehere  rain on leaves tiles earth flute notes slither through the water sounds endlinehere  grey yellow dawn a doves urgent cooing and the rain endlinehere  that cricket its there or there endlinehere  still night the smell of fried fish drowns out the traffic sounds endlinehere  through the window half a mirror showing a quarter room endlinehere  cool breeze a thousand things undone i watch the moon endlinehere  storm washed sky the bird songs clearer endlinehere  midnight my earphones keep out the silence endlinehere  darkening street two babblers on a wire and then the moon endlinehere  midnight the windy silence of the sickle moon endlinehere  after the solstice this summer heat still the same endlinehere  night drizzle is that donkeys braying filled with pain endlinehere  hot oil sizzles on an iron frying pan kitchen god speaks endlinehere  darkening trees a flight of parakeets brightly lit endlinehere  silver moon a loudspeaker barks at the night endlinehere  midday heat the insistent call of a dove endlinehere  noon heat a pigeon shadow shimmers across the tar endlinehere  unanswered the dogs howl fades into the night endlinehere  roadside cricket song the full moons risen above the wires endlinehere  moonless night dead silence but for one cricket endlinehere  day of remembrance the night silence same as always endlinehere  evening voices the moon so huge endlinehere  rusty fence a sunbird in one of the diamonds endlinehere  the rising moon pales down here the crickets unwavering song endlinehere  high stepping an egret walks its shadow across a white wall endlinehere  bulbul blues a yellow flower floats in my tea cup endlinehere  lakeside the long silence before the loons reply endlinehere  getting the phone the soft tapping of the rocking chair endlinehere  rabbit in the moon each dog has the last bark till the next endlinehere  cold night a crickets insistent mantra endlinehere  cloudy the metal edged whistle of a doves flight endlinehere  moon paved road i take the lane without the dogs endlinehere  haze over the hills the rain has filled this mornings footprints endlinehere  night silence a facebook cry of loneliness endlinehere  deep silence that crack in the wall looks wider tonight endlinehere  the moons emerged now water drips only under the trees endlinehere  last light listening for the silence behind the rain endlinehere  night rain baking smells from the house with the jasmine endlinehere  brown earth a hawks reflection glides across the puddle endlinehere  rain on the leaves just one firefly endlinehere  night rain a bus rumbles through the croaking of frogs endlinehere  red sun the air glitters with dragonflies endlinehere  dim porch light i spit orange seeds into the darkness endlinehere  shrilling cicadas two women smile at something else endlinehere  between fiery clouds and shadowed earth a string of egrets endlinehere  another year the inscription hard to read with all the grass endlinehere  naked light bulb the rain on the leaves barely audible endlinehere  roosting egrets the lakes silence settles on everything endlinehere  petal strewn earth a mynah hops into a patch of sunlight endlinehere  declining moon the old mans laughter turns to coughing endlinehere  february chill a punctured heart balloon bright red in the dust endlinehere  darkening trees the steady shrilling of cicadas endlinehere  election results the muezzins call like a lament endlinehere  almost full moon knowing whats for dinner i still check it out endlinehere  same moon same song another cricket endlinehere  rumble of thunder the hawk like flight of the pigeon endlinehere  starry fireworks a smoke cloud drifts past orion endlinehere  night walk i slow down near the jasmine bush endlinehere  beware of dog sign the bright pink tongue of the puppy endlinehere  cold sky after my friends cremation i water the garden endlinehere  a cricket falls silent the clocks slow ticking goes on endlinehere  morning mist the sun does not reach the side lane endlinehere  now what the papaya tree has reached the cement awning endlinehere  past midnight and a dripping tap a mans voice somewhere endlinehere  neon light the leaves of the bush almost black endlinehere  wedding band smoke from the fireworks dissolves against the stars endlinehere  half empty train the hand holds sway in unison endlinehere  a break in the clouds spider webs and plastic bags catch the morning light endlinehere  blackout morning glories appear in the cars headlights endlinehere  distant temple drums close by the sound of a dog shaking itself endlinehere  hot night after my bath the world seems cleaner endlinehere  steaming tea dusty cobwebs above the late owners photo endlinehere  lemon slice moon a kite glides past the palmyra palm endlinehere  cycle cart the office chairs legs point to the moon endlinehere  muezzins call a kites silhouette beneath orange clouds endlinehere  muezzins call a one horned cow pushes at the hotel gate endlinehere  smoky moon a crickets regular chirp between the traffic noise endlinehere  fluffed up sparrows the air white with snowflakes above the tar endlinehere  anti war demo snowflakes melt on the horses backside endlinehere  cold rain a bunch of daffodils against the brick wall endlinehere  blinding snow man and dog tracks run together endlinehere  night stillness a new mail in the inbox endlinehere  valentines day a red rose stuck in the snow endlinehere  snow melt chewing gum spots appear on the pavement endlinehere  loud pub music a long silence between the flirting couple endlinehere  orthopaedic clinic a three legged chair outside the entrance endlinehere  the planes landing lights a wave of barking sweeps the neighbourhood endlinehere  hot afternoon a flirting couple in the memorials shade endlinehere  last red in the sky a small girls moon face rises over the counter endlinehere  day moon the woman with silver hair steps back into the shade endlinehere  science day the programme begins with rituals endlinehere  traffic argument the camels sneer is impartial endlinehere  traffic jam three saffron robed men munch nuts in their suv endlinehere  eddying leaves the old womans wrinkled face and saree endlinehere  morning mist the iora is gone before i recall its name endlinehere  drifting fog the house across the road reappears endlinehere  long distance train men on the platform talk on their mobiles endlinehere  two minutes silence a cell phone keeps ringing nehru smiles from his frame endlinehere  venus a faint glow from the refinery endlinehere  road accident a crowd of teddies stares out from the shop window endlinehere  grey sky the cluster of white breaks up into egrets endlinehere  night traffic the silent lake seems much bigger endlinehere  last light sounds of crows settling in the tree endlinehere  deep night one cricket chirps anyhow endlinehere  ants transport a moth traffic noise penetrates the bamboo grove endlinehere  afternoon lull the traffic island crowded with pigeons endlinehere  bike tail lights a lingering smell of perfume endlinehere  quiet lane after the jasmine smell of fried onions endlinehere  fallen tree the poor womans axe gleams brightly endlinehere  muddy street the black pigs feet and tail tip are white endlinehere  unkempt garden a hibiscus blooms amongst the weeds endlinehere  sunset the shopkeeper burns incense to drive out mosquitoes endlinehere  sudden rain cows crowd the entrance to the hotel endlinehere  opulent temple pigeons occupy every niche endlinehere  cloudburst the flies are already in the house endlinehere  soft rain the sound of hammering from the construction site endlinehere  day moon the girl brushing her hair smiles suddenly endlinehere  home again even the ants seem familiar endlinehere  cool morning a fog of insecticide in the red trucks wake endlinehere  flight of egrets a boy stands with his ear to a telephone pole endlinehere  last station the king of hearts on the floor of the compartment endlinehere  crystal morning dried puke on the car door endlinehere  midnight the moon dances in my teacup endlinehere  burnt down house yellow elders bloom in the garden endlinehere  waiting for moonrise the moving red dot becomes a plane endlinehere  harsh sunlight faces peep through the bars of the police van endlinehere  moonrise a woman croons to her baby endlinehere  empty street the for sale sign overgrown with weeds endlinehere  gust of wind a womans face lights up by the cooking fire endlinehere  a bullock cart loaded high with shoe boxes the drivers cracked feet endlinehere  small talk sixteen ants on the wall seventeen endlinehere  petrol fumes smell of fresh bread from the bakery endlinehere  clacking rails five languages in the compartment endlinehere  rice green pond dark herons stand in an arc endlinehere  sultry afternoon little mirages above the tar endlinehere  melting tar silk cotton drifts across the road endlinehere  smoky moon a cloud of insects around the street light endlinehere  burnt house the owners name on the iron gate endlinehere  smell of newsprint twenty beauty queens with one smile endlinehere  funeral procession a bee lands on the flowers endlinehere  clear night a fireworks flower opens against the full moon endlinehere  dry stream bed clouds drift above the train endlinehere  morning chill a spiders web gleams on the barbed wire endlinehere  rain clouds a kingfisher watches the busy traffic endlinehere  cloudburst two men in the doorway chat about war endlinehere  hot night the moon nearly full the mosquitoes too endlinehere  monotonous rain frogs singing in many voices endlinehere  hilltop the clouds rising to my feet endlinehere  sultry afternoon iridiscent fly gleams green or maybe blue endlinehere  along the pavement snatches of the same song from different radios endlinehere  empty room endless tv ads for nobody endlinehere  pastry shop so many candies smile around me endlinehere  summers end under a lamp on the path a moths dying endlinehere  parking for lovers many crocuses between the wheels traces endlinehere  funeral procession of the friend passes the crocus field endlinehere  playing bowls playing at cards old warriors endlinehere  driving towards crematorium along the frozen road endlinehere  independence day after the rainy morning a sunny afternoon endlinehere  autumn equinox foxs eyes shining in the twilight endlinehere  overturned boat drawn high on the shore drumming of rain endlinehere  meteor shower crickets occupied by its song endlinehere  watching perseids a moth makes noise on the porch endlinehere  moths fluttering in the paper lantern a shadow play endlinehere  nobodys here only a cricket guards the alpine hut endlinehere  long lasting rain the dog rose petals clung to the pavement endlinehere  traffic jam a crow flutters in the place over the bridge endlinehere  summers end their chirping slows down good bye cicadas endlinehere  above the cemetery laser beams from the disco a calm cricket chirp endlinehere  the rose hides the date of death on her grave endlinehere  sultry twilight pauses between birds singing become longer endlinehere  courtyard of my childhood after so many dead people the old lilac in bloom endlinehere  under floating clouds the cherry blossom snow in the same direction endlinehere  i completely forgot the magnolia tree till its bloom endlinehere  i light on again the candle on her grave extuinguished by wind endlinehere  first crowing breaks my sleep year of rooster endlinehere  drinking mulled wine on the square white breaths endlinehere  late harvester sickle moon in the sky over the mature corn endlinehere  deep in the night my computer turned off sound of autumn rain endlinehere  crickets songs in the pitch dark night how many secrets endlinehere  nobody here a table in the mountain speckled with petals endlinehere  trains come and go but the same people drinks at bar endlinehere  little pawprints in the concrete from the lost kitten endlinehere  her fathers grave the little girl leaves a picture of a dinosaur endlinehere  handels messiah the same tapes my late grandmother listened to endlinehere  turning another page the bookmark couldnt keep rolling thunder endlinehere  sunrise a ray of light hits my bathroom mirror endlinehere  winter sunset the whistle of a florida bound train endlinehere  skyline fog all these ceos dont look out the window any way endlinehere  after the rain stops the skyline lights glitter endlinehere  autumn new york state green apples flood the market endlinehere  overcast autumn a teacher asks her kids to draw a rainbow endlinehere  morning blue sky the windows of a hot yoga class fog out endlinehere  first day of autumn a soccer referee pulls out his yellow card endlinehere  late night as city lights dim out august full moon endlinehere  august blue sky a window washer runs out of soap endlinehere  ramadan starts tomorrow moslems will fast from dawn to dusk endlinehere  july morning the smell of coffee from an abandoned building endlinehere  two men out on mothers day discuss freuds oedipus complex endlinehere  november mist for a better odor visit the perfumes section endlinehere  occupy wall street color of their tents blue like that of cops cars endlinehere  morning haze a carriage horse wears blinders endlinehere  old laptop i back up my data to the cloud endlinehere  afternoon fog the days news in hd endlinehere  a parked car has its windows steamed a rainy beach day endlinehere  next to the sunflowers pumpkins are on sale endlinehere  after the hurricane the skyline lights burn bright endlinehere  sunset the clean up after a hurricane endlinehere  pigeons are flying again irene downgraded to tropical storm endlinehere  a hurricane the flies think my kitchen is a storm shelter endlinehere  august friday happy hour the bartenders have time to listen endlinehere  evening fog the steam room is empty endlinehere  the debt ceiling will rise clouds break for the sunset endlinehere  evening fog the sound of a sax player endlinehere  summer blue sky a teakettle whistles endlinehere  blue clouds at sunset an american flag is lowered for the night endlinehere  summer strawberries they always remind me of soul kissing endlinehere  july i skip the sunset and wait for the fireflies endlinehere  this morning thunder and lightening tomorrows night july fourth endlinehere  in god we trust an immigrant looks at a dollar bill first time endlinehere  july sunset the redness of people coming back from the beach endlinehere  morning blue sky a baker cleans his oven endlinehere  a foggy day she buys yellow daffodils on her way home endlinehere  steady spring drizzle a couple stop to kiss endlinehere  evening fog a gift shop has a poster of the empire state building endlinehere  morning blue sky a bakery runs out of croissants endlinehere  saturday night fog the bars also dim their lights endlinehere  morning fog a man disappears behind the times front page endlinehere  evening fog nothing but the lights of queensborough bridge endlinehere  may dawn its the same fog as yesterdays dusk endlinehere  kentucky derby the kids in bars are too busy for a horse race endlinehere  friday the thirteenth my train arrives on time endlinehere  morning spring drizzle a long line at the bathroom endlinehere  afternoon haze the park chess players need more time endlinehere  a spring cloudless sunset the barmaid buttons up her blouse endlinehere  stock market closed a trader invests in the afterlife good friday endlinehere  fog and rain i pass a closed nudists club endlinehere  evening fog only the sound of high heels registers endlinehere  years first hot day east river lovers smooch in their cars endlinehere  morning fog a driver stops to ask where is manhattan endlinehere  nice spring day kids draw in colored chalk on the sidewalk endlinehere  the sun shines into my kitchen as it sets the smell of baked sugar endlinehere  saturday night wedding the bride is a man endlinehere  fog over the skyline i steam up my windows cooking pasta endlinehere  libya only ones with money play others die endlinehere  rebels retake ajdabiya finally the no fly zone gets teeth endlinehere  fog at happy hour the bartender forgets my tequila sunrise endlinehere  sunny spring day old graffiti catches the eye endlinehere  blue sky a man climbs the fire escape stairs to the roof endlinehere  spring fever a cobra escapes from the bronx zoo endlinehere  afternoon fog the cat watches tv instead of the window endlinehere  crescent moon over the skyline she shows lots of cleavage endlinehere  japans power plant radiation the wind will decide who dies endlinehere  cloudy at sunset black and white graffiti shows more leg endlinehere  a rain storm ends the graffiti looks dirtier than before endlinehere  sunset the empire state building is lit in red and yellow endlinehere  saturday night fog so many girls here have a hoarse voice endlinehere  her eyes a hesitant dog leads a woman into a subway car endlinehere  i put out the night garbage a wolf moon endlinehere  fresh snow on the roofs the old graffiti looks dirtier endlinehere  saturday night talk of the recent snow storms is a good ice breaker endlinehere  too many smoking chimneys endlinehere  morning cloudy sky she comes out of the shower wrapped in a towel endlinehere  crescent moon she paints only the tips of her finger nails endlinehere  the noise of a garbage truck wakes me up december harvest moon endlinehere  christmas day nears the shopping bags get smaller endlinehere  candle light at sunset hanukkah starts endlinehere  a crack in dark clouds a kid works out rubik cube as he walks endlinehere  blue sky the wind disperses the scrips of a stocks broker endlinehere  december cold night the sole sign of life is the smell of cars exhausts endlinehere  sunrise a yogi does the cobra endlinehere  evening fog the cat comes back with an appetite endlinehere  morning fog the dry cleaner says he cant find my coat endlinehere  evening fog some one behind me speaks in cockney endlinehere  daylight saving time starts the cat still awakes when its hungry endlinehere  crescent moon at sunset she hesitates then kisses me endlinehere  as she sits at the bar her jeans slide a half moon endlinehere  evening fog the cars parked on the beach have their windows fogged out endlinehere  east side skyline the un building looks more like a hospital endlinehere  dark clouds move in between skyscrapers the dow goes down endlinehere  east river warm autumn day a red oil tanker zigzags endlinehere  summer barber shop sudden silence as a blonde bombshell comes in endlinehere  summer sunset she ties her bikini top before she gets up endlinehere  flea market shopping you may have to pay in blood the bedbugs scare endlinehere  sunset as the train starts to enter the tunnel endlinehere  east river night cool september wind lovers stay in their cars endlinehere  late august garbage bags a jasmine tree near by endlinehere  august blue sky the smell of sunscreen in the subway endlinehere  morning haze a beach beauty goes topless endlinehere  hiroshima day a japanese ballerina dances on pointe endlinehere  summer park every one is busy viewing their phone screens endlinehere  july sunset after a hot day the watermelon tastes cool endlinehere  sunrise my neighbor in her underwear julys last day endlinehere  no more dirty jokes the new barber is a woman endlinehere  july early morning a jogger carries two bottles of water endlinehere  morning fog citibank building loses the other half of its top endlinehere  summer hot day the sound of some one playing the flute endlinehere  afternoon walk the buzz of air conditioners and flies endlinehere  dark bar old man younger woman and a condom machine endlinehere  june swings from warm to cold i recall my ex mother in law endlinehere  sunset an ice cream vendor forgets to put a cherry on top endlinehere  madison square park nice spring day no stock brokers endlinehere  dangerous intersection always fresh flowers on one way sign pole endlinehere  sunrise a yogi faces the wrong direction endlinehere  gulf oil spill reaches the wet lands bird songs black out endlinehere  saturday night fog too many women wear pants endlinehere  april sunset from the patio of a foreclosed house for sale endlinehere  first day of spring two sweethearts kiss under a leafless tree endlinehere  she closes her bathroom curtains a setting full moon endlinehere  march warms up the barmaid opens another button on her skirt endlinehere  morning snow i tell my barber do something about my gray hairs endlinehere  morning fog the subway is full of steaming spirits endlinehere  superbowl sunday no smell of cooking endlinehere  blizzard the bars are crowded but the subway is empty endlinehere  the cat starts to have an attitude the year of the tiger endlinehere  martin luther king day obama is busy at work endlinehere  martin luther king day obama est occup au travail endlinehere  i turn off my cell crescent moon over the skyline endlinehere  as the train passes graffiti murals sunset paints the sky red endlinehere  as i pass her boyfriends house a full moon winters chill endlinehere  the new year a homeless man has a new sign endlinehere  an old woman asks for directions to a bar winter endlinehere  claude levi strauss dies a florist has wild forget me nots endlinehere  october dead leaves a witch passes me hat less endlinehere  columbus day the ups guy knocks on the wrong door endlinehere  morning train everyone is on the same page endlinehere  september eleven morning in a coffee shop the silence endlinehere  august heat an ice cream truck ran out of gas endlinehere  blue sky august dust on the radiator endlinehere  morning haze i postpone cleaning my windows endlinehere  morning fog a street artist draws with charcoal endlinehere  blue sky the smell of suntan lotion endlinehere  hiroshima day the reason why we must keep talking endlinehere  an octopus spills its ink clouds at sunset endlinehere  dense fog a nudist beach empties up endlinehere  sunday blue sky a kid comes out of confession endlinehere  starless night a fisherman talks to himself endlinehere  morning fog a beggar wears an orange coat endlinehere  eclipse of the sun monks in orange pray endlinehere  hot july night my neighbor opens her curtains endlinehere  morning fog graffiti artists are busy working endlinehere  summer moonless night in the light of fireflies we kiss endlinehere  a beach downpour they come out of the ocean into a shower endlinehere  late night on the beach the only light on is that of the lighthouse endlinehere  beautiful weather on july fourth in god we trust endlinehere  central park green house gases a carriage horse shits as he passes me endlinehere  cool july day the ice cream man goes for a coffee break endlinehere  late june crowded subway but no one has a sun tan endlinehere  saturday night rain a couple eye the lobsters in a water tank endlinehere  june sunset when we wake up how many died in iran endlinehere  lunch hour a long line of women at the ice cream cart endlinehere  upper east side their graffiti is cooler endlinehere  june morning a line of ants at the subway entrance endlinehere  the recession more nude entertainment bars open endlinehere  a june downpour takes a break i go out to buy more water endlinehere  morning fog too much steamed milk in my espresso endlinehere  new york opposite a church a mosque both have their doors open endlinehere  morning fog she wears sunglasses in the subway endlinehere  hudson river cool breeze so many men go topless endlinehere  late night she shows me her garden i taste her tomatoes endlinehere  blue sky as if last night fireworks never happened endlinehere  kids fight a gun battle in the swimming pool memorial day endlinehere  ozone level too high a woman wears nothing under her skirt endlinehere  sunset the sound of people singing as i pass a church endlinehere  east river green waters a friend gives me a sip of his absinthe endlinehere  dense fog a blind man crosses the street alone endlinehere  friday afternoon downpour a beer truck stops to unload endlinehere  rainy may sunday at a bus stop an empty can of beer endlinehere  morning mist she takes off her eyeglasses to see me better endlinehere  cold rainy day cherry blossom petals carpet the sidewalk endlinehere  still no sunshine i eat an orange endlinehere  the sound of women whispering moonless night endlinehere  morning fog more talk about more pictures of detainees torture endlinehere  afternoon dense fog the barmaid gives me another for the road endlinehere  over night trash the smell of acetone breath endlinehere  april warms up the cat has a new friend endlinehere  sunday morning haze she wants her coffee spiced endlinehere  spring in the park two homeless men play poker for empty cans endlinehere  obamas news conference i turn off mozart endlinehere  spring drizzle a newly homeless man views an abandoned house endlinehere  sunday morning blue sky i need more alka seltzer endlinehere  rainy day i bet the barmaid i can guess her age endlinehere  a little girl blows bubble gum cherry trees blossom endlinehere  a sign on the door our sun tanning machines are solar endlinehere  lonely spring saturday i look at the graffiti for a haiku endlinehere  spring drizzle the sound of high heels behind me endlinehere  clear day i view citibank skyscraper but where is the aura endlinehere  waiting for a blizzard to come the bar tender ran out of white rum endlinehere  she puts the pads in her bra a half moon endlinehere  east river nice day a used condom on a pile of dirty snow endlinehere  morning fog the new graffiti is minimal endlinehere  late night drizzle she carries her belongings in a kids cart endlinehere  the night watchman almost closes his eyes waning crescent endlinehere  windy night a smoker finds shelter behind a garbage truck endlinehere  it starts to snow the cat wants the milk warmed endlinehere  blue sky dew drops on the cover of the garbage can endlinehere  a cockroach climbs the wall charles darwin is today two hundred endlinehere  january warms up my neighbor walks in her underwear endlinehere  sunset as i walk on thin ice i remember her endlinehere  dawn a christmas tree sticks out of the garbage endlinehere  the recession my neighbor puts another lock on his door endlinehere  cloudy january a white plastic bag on a leafless tree endlinehere  chilly night i ask if i can sleep with her endlinehere  sunset i turn off the christmas lights endlinehere  snow in the forecast my neighbors husky wags his tail endlinehere  fresh snow the graffiti looks dirtier endlinehere  dawn last year dust on the christmas ornaments endlinehere  first snow bride walks out of a church endlinehere  back home i wipe her lipstick off my cheek a half moon endlinehere  cold morning a cockroach warms up under my coffee cup endlinehere  first frost i feed the aquarium fish endlinehere  dawn a drunk pisses on todays newspaper endlinehere  gas station a gm car needs a push endlinehere  late november farm a turkey looks well fed endlinehere  her winter night gown suddenly opens crescent moon endlinehere  saturday night she wears her red high heels christmas nears endlinehere  the recession the sun sets behind citibank skyscraper endlinehere  my watch stopped i ask a beggar what time it is endlinehere  morning haze wall street has disappeared endlinehere  thanksgiving day walking past empty houses endlinehere  sunday morning fog my neighbors wife is naked endlinehere  saturday night a carriage horse flirts with another endlinehere  dawn waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel endlinehere  armistice day i buy more euros endlinehere  the crunch of autumn leaves as i pass a dentures shop endlinehere  november drizzle i turn off the zen music endlinehere  daylight saving time ends the cat wakes me an hour early endlinehere  black cat tries to open a garbage bag moonless night endlinehere  cold morning the bus has no heat she knits a sweater endlinehere  october night who cares how stocks did crescent moon endlinehere  windy night a witch walks home halloween nears endlinehere  as i walk on wet autumn leaves a poster of mccain endlinehere  blue sky no liquidity at the banks endlinehere  clear october night the smell of cinnamon endlinehere  very dry night a half moon hardly moving endlinehere  autumn courtyard as leaves fall algae grows endlinehere  september sunset a dead leaf at my feet endlinehere  i rush to buy her birthday present crescent moon endlinehere  autumn downpour i stand under the canopy of a house for sale endlinehere  evening fog i watch my neighbor smoke his waterpipe endlinehere  blue sky changes to grey paul newman dies endlinehere  madison square park why are bankers looking down endlinehere  september eleven i remember to fix lock of my backdoor endlinehere  a long weekend i ran out of chocolate endlinehere  hot august night she stands staring out of her window endlinehere  dawn the smell of watermelon from last night garbage endlinehere  early morning a yogi pisses in a drinking glass endlinehere  dawn a coca cola sign turns off endlinehere  august blue sky a chinese dragon fuming endlinehere  summer thunderstorms a surfer puts his board on his head endlinehere  my train is late i watch a cockroach going home endlinehere  dawn a line waits outside the dialysis center endlinehere  morning smell coffee from house of difficult neighbor endlinehere  summer haze she wears a beige bikini endlinehere  morning haze she asks who picked our lilacs endlinehere  summer crowded subway the smell of sardines endlinehere  she wears tight blue jeans and hijab july fourth endlinehere  july fourth fireworks i stand next to an iraqi refugee endlinehere  sunrise a black woman in purple dress glares at me endlinehere  a man at the beach yells i need oil to drive home late june sunset endlinehere  sunrise heavy dust on my copy of paradise lost endlinehere  june rain stopped a drunk waters some more the lilacs endlinehere  morning haze an exhibitionist keeps the curtains closed endlinehere  sudden spring showers her mascara runs endlinehere  tough bar she just returned from iraq endlinehere  low tide shes on seaweed diet endlinehere  memorial day waiting for george bush to leave office endlinehere  spring warms up tattoos not just on the arms endlinehere  hearing the call for prayer as i pass a mosque spring sunset endlinehere  wind swept cold rain truck makes stops to deliver bottled water endlinehere  her blond hair shines over her business suit full moon at dusk endlinehere  the price of rice goes up i start hoarding sake endlinehere  foggy morning she wipes the dust off her portrait endlinehere  blue sky my neighbor tells another big fish story endlinehere  tax day the sun shines on a house for sale endlinehere  blue sky her windows are all fogged up endlinehere  new driver my bus arrives on time endlinehere  foggy day the rest of this is at present not available endlinehere  sunny spring day at the corner store firemen buy charcoal endlinehere  dawn a pile of black trash bags wait for pick up endlinehere  spring first day she wears no bra endlinehere  full moon the barmaid kisses me on the cheek endlinehere  windy day the mailman arrives early endlinehere  holding the binoculars in her hands she has more rings than saturn endlinehere  rainy night the clicks of high heels behind me endlinehere  for the new year a temple nun washes buddha endlinehere  a construction site on a winter day got sand in my shoes endlinehere  alone on a pier he plays the trombone winter sunset endlinehere  blue sky white lilies stick out of a garbage bag endlinehere  sunrise new graffiti in black and white endlinehere  new years day there is rice on the sidewalk endlinehere  strong wind an inflatable santa decides to fly back north endlinehere  thai restaurant christmas songs only in the kitchen endlinehere  gloomy day the christmas lights shine brighter endlinehere  morning fog the graffiti looks subtle endlinehere  walking in first snow storm no one in a hurry endlinehere  christmas shopping i forgot her present size endlinehere  wrong address the doorman wears a diamond earing endlinehere  waiting for dawn i put milk in my coffee endlinehere  she has a twinkle in her eyes i order more oysters endlinehere  morning haze i watch high definition tv endlinehere  thanksgiving day a rat awaits arrival of the garbage endlinehere  black friday starts at midnight a long line to buy bagels endlinehere  thanksgiving leftovers a harvest moon wrapped with clouds endlinehere  geometry lesson day moon next to a contrail endlinehere  madison square park cold wind makes it harder to day dream endlinehere  putting diamonds on the heads of rusty nails first frost endlinehere  veterans day smart people start wars endlinehere  late october warmth a witch smiles at me endlinehere  dark clouds at sunset my neighbor lights up his pumpkin endlinehere  the flu shot my last time mother held my hand endlinehere  indian reservation too few home owners for a subprime crisis endlinehere  sunset a balloon moves up till it disappears endlinehere  crowded subway he gives his girl friend a long kiss endlinehere  overcast sky he hands out fliers for a tanning salon endlinehere  morning stillness the cat watches a butterfly endlinehere  october sunset have to go to the kitchen window to view it endlinehere  october cold wind her yellow skirt rises endlinehere  going out she hides her wedding band crescent moon endlinehere  dusk crescent moon amongst dark clouds i light more candles endlinehere  a bride walks up the steps of a church september blue sky endlinehere  morning haze her bubble bath is ready endlinehere  madison square park i watch the moon through an american elm endlinehere  dry late september day the sun shines on her freckles endlinehere  blue sky outside a clinic a nurse takes a smoke break endlinehere  labor day a migrant worker sells american flags endlinehere  hot afternoon shes lost in her book i in her dcollet endlinehere  hot september day homeless man stands by ice cream truck endlinehere  a street artist soon finished the skyline september fog endlinehere  cutting up red pepper for the salad a drop of blood endlinehere  she ties her grey hair in a bun august blue sky endlinehere  eating chicken the wish bone so small i wish better weather endlinehere  the remnants of a hurricane arrive and his mother in law endlinehere  arguing with my neighbor across the fence a sparrow changes sides endlinehere  happy hour she tells the bartender she lost her wedding ring endlinehere  dark august clouds looking up hiroshima on the map endlinehere  morning fog listening to minimalist music endlinehere  madison square park live folk music no one wears red suspenders endlinehere  summer haze the nude beach is empty endlinehere  july dawn the pier is littered with beer bottles endlinehere  old couple view a distant lighthouse july moonless night endlinehere  fourth of july another day at guantanamo bay endlinehere  independence day an illegal immigrant serves me a meal endlinehere  the long days of summer i start reading marcel proust again endlinehere  hot day she writes a haiku in minimal clothes endlinehere  cool breeze the cicadas sing louder endlinehere  summer solstice an air conditioner drips on my neck endlinehere  end of the month no bread left over to feed the sparrows endlinehere  summer carnival a flat chested woman enters the wrong rest room endlinehere  grey day the mailman passes me with no have a nice day endlinehere  summer a trees luscious green covers the walk signal endlinehere  overcast morning the smell of steaming rice summer endlinehere  late night fireflies rise up in the cemetery endlinehere  brilliant blue sky i finally washed my windows endlinehere  hurricane season started my neighbor buys a hybrid car endlinehere  a cool breeze finally she says something endlinehere  an ice cream truck stands on fifth avenue it tastes the same endlinehere  listening to a sermon on saturday night no mention of hell endlinehere  the un tower all the windows have the same color endlinehere  memorial day starts iraqs scorching summer endlinehere  morning haze shes still wearing her chiffon nightgown endlinehere  a baby fly has not found yet the kitchen spring endlinehere  spring dark clouds my barber asks if i want all the grey out endlinehere  warm spring night her cleavage glistens under a crescent moon endlinehere  blue sky a cleaning lady takes the morning train home endlinehere  sunrise the purple buds in her flat garden endlinehere  cold and dark spring day a dead squirrel in a tree pit endlinehere  morning rush the usual black knights endlinehere  downpours on tax day but for me no refunds endlinehere  heavy spring rain in a bar the beer runs like rivers endlinehere  morning rain umbrellas go to work endlinehere  wearing a white mask because of the pollution a day moon endlinehere  good friday my neighbor prays in a mosque endlinehere  gloomy day a blind man passes a blooming cherry tree endlinehere  warm spring night a setting moon takes its time endlinehere  all the snow melted she wears her angora sweater endlinehere  early march new graffiti shaped like a tulip endlinehere  a silent movie the audience keeps on talking endlinehere  morning rush light at the end of the tunnel endlinehere  foggy day i visit the turkish baths endlinehere  a hawk flies high traffic crawls on the highway endlinehere  the ides of march a cat has passed nine dogs endlinehere  morning stillness a crow finally flies away endlinehere  fat tuesday an ice cream truck parks on melting snow endlinehere  ash wednesday no line at the halal food cart endlinehere  she speaks english with a provence accent i order a glass of ros endlinehere  on a fire hydrant i tie my shoes behind me a dog waits its turn endlinehere  winter morning too many men wearing grey suits endlinehere  cold night i pass the statue of a man wearing a winter coat endlinehere  february first a sun ray dances on her cell phone endlinehere  extreme cold weather the stars shine more brightly endlinehere  very cold day a stuffed bear stays under the bed covers endlinehere  the price of tortillas goes up let them eat ethanol endlinehere  soft spoken her jewelry and music are heavy metal endlinehere  blizzard too much powdered sugar even for valentine day endlinehere  gloomy afternoon a red haired woman smiles at me endlinehere  snacking on blue corn chips moonless night endlinehere  at a general statue a dog salutes by raising its leg endlinehere  cold saturday night the barmaid puts sake in my green tea endlinehere  beautiful winter dawn i ran out of jasmine tea endlinehere  strange faces are out this saturday night the moon endlinehere  early morning last night stardust is on the lilacs endlinehere  morning haze i keep recounting how many santas endlinehere  morning commute the silence of end of the year stress endlinehere  overcast morning not enough sugar in the rice pudding endlinehere  morning rush a blonde with no lipstick endlinehere  autumn sunset a birthday balloon rises endlinehere  fifth avenue station the sound of hoofs on the pavement endlinehere  grey morning i check out a new tanning salon endlinehere  a bartender needs more olives the bridge lights turn on endlinehere  a dog patiently waits for his plate thanksgiving day endlinehere  black friday so many turkeys at the sales endlinehere  the harvest is over i hang the sickle crescent moon endlinehere  autumn morning neighborhood graffiti has changed colors endlinehere  hell a homeless man wears a new garbage bag endlinehere  overcast day i look at old pictures in black and white endlinehere  my morning train delayed a seagull flies above the tracks endlinehere  autumn night a homeless man has a pumpkin endlinehere  she wears a purple blouse at sunset i order espresso endlinehere  october last sunday lost an hour resetting an old clock endlinehere  sweet bitterness of a dark chocolate winter time endlinehere  bamboo flute the scent of green tea endlinehere  at the end of a long learning curve a helmut of white hair endlinehere  nearly dusk desire without a name endlinehere  undressed by your words october chill endlinehere  fall morning extra sugar in my tea endlinehere  fading bruises birdsong in the distance endlinehere  a weekend with my lover wildflowers endlinehere  after the rainstorm another thought about last night endlinehere  waiting for the meds to kick in full moon endlinehere  everything im not winter rain endlinehere  war vet on the corner holding a sign someones son endlinehere  two pills past midnight hidden moon endlinehere  autumn chill last nights mascara around my eyes endlinehere  divorce court red heels one last time endlinehere  laundry day my new jeans the color of midnight endlinehere  another classmate the pile of flowers says it all endlinehere  weekend lover a bird call goes unanswered endlinehere  what was it you wanted to say summer drizzle endlinehere  the price of peaches sundays talk with my dad endlinehere  windowless room i try to imagine blossoms endlinehere  spring morning one egg left in the fridge endlinehere  memory care unit snowflakes melting on the window endlinehere  internet dating a butterfly flitting from rose to rose endlinehere  waiting room ivy growing on the outside wall endlinehere  evening star fold upon fold the quiet blue hills endlinehere  spring thaw everything drips including my nose endlinehere  autumn chill time for a hot bowl of chili endlinehere  frozen pond the moon trapped in a crack endlinehere  november night the smell of burning leaves and marshmallows endlinehere  high summer the sounds and smells of a traveling fair endlinehere  gentle breaths the windows frost etchings endlinehere  quiet lake the only sound a jumping fish endlinehere  meteor shower in the cold our gasps become visible endlinehere  failing light the ash tree heavy with birds endlinehere  fall equinox another day in the s endlinehere  evening news the burden of snow on my sons balcony endlinehere  under the snowpack the garden buddha still keeps his smile endlinehere  uninvited guest a fly zips through the opened door endlinehere  stoplight each of us tapping to our own beat endlinehere  mass over the rush to be first out of the lot endlinehere  am bird songs lost in air conditioner noise endlinehere  at the feeder more birds than room the smell of snow endlinehere  midwinter vanished in a bite of homemade strawberry preserves endlinehere  while washing spinach how nice to find a haiku there endlinehere  covid pish the bed puffbaws bidin a braith endlinehere  covid dandelion puffballs awaiting a breath endlinehere  fir a new granbairn she lichts a caunle peerie lowe souchin endlinehere  for a new grandchild she lights a candle tiny flame breathing endlinehere  rin ower pheasie tasht wattergaw endlinehere  run over pheasant crushed rainbow endlinehere  maitin granfaither the wye he yince maitit me endlinehere  feeding grandfather the way he once fed me endlinehere  dudoon aye wairmth in her rosary beads endlinehere  sundow still warmth in her rosary beads endlinehere  a singul leaf reelin doon day o the yirdin endlinehere  a single leaf spiralling down day of the funeral endlinehere  thayr bairns hame wrocht mobile streengn yill cans endlinehere  their babys home made mobile string and beer cans endlinehere  it the bus stap a pish the bed seed baw bides fir a souch endlinehere  at the bus stop a dandelion seed ball waits for a breeze endlinehere  faimily tae bide the hoose fou o peerie claes endlinehere  family to stay the house full of tiny clothes endlinehere  derelict site a buddleia such sweetness from ruins endlinehere  ootby the maisic chaumer twa youthie maws ettlin tae git in tuin endlinehere  outside the music room two young gulls trying to get in tune endlinehere  suddent the pish the bed batch thair stobbie herrcuts endlinehere  suddenly the dandelion gang their spiky haircuts endlinehere  dumpins baw heich the err day o an eclipse endlinehere  kicking his ball high in the air day of an eclipse endlinehere  clear vause o roses deep in the watter muckle breers endlinehere  clear vase of roses deep in the water magnified thorns endlinehere  picnic butterflies and flies in the butter endlinehere  hern an me oor harns collin ilk ither endlinehere  heron and i our brains shaping each other endlinehere  tree less corners the tall shadows of beer bottles endlinehere  halloween night ghosts and goblins watch the rain endlinehere  desert wind the potters fingerprints on an ancient shard endlinehere  together we watch the eclipse far apart endlinehere  faded asters the cortege pauses at her gate moves on endlinehere  biopsy just a cyst this time a break in the clouds endlinehere  plastic flowers placed beside the highway memory fades endlinehere  mud puddles leaving behind a high heel endlinehere  heavy snow the smell of hot soup under a neon cross endlinehere  dead cat open mouthed to the pouring rain endlinehere  sleeper train the muted glow of unknown cities endlinehere  fragrant spring blossom children play outside until there is no more light endlinehere  howling wind the nurse increases mums morphine endlinehere  planetarium my childs grip starts to loosen endlinehere  i dig a hole for the stillborn kitten winter stars endlinehere  cold starry night from the forest edge the sound of animal kill endlinehere  herd immunity wild turkeys crossing a busy highway endlinehere  hour news i cant stop looking at the fire endlinehere  pandemic life dandelion seeds in the air endlinehere  travel ban a flock of geese overhead endlinehere  retirement plans beach sand blowing in the wind endlinehere  self quarantining without fanfare backyard buddha endlinehere  reluctant to fly away the egret and i endlinehere  writers block a ferry stalled at the dock endlinehere  industrial waste an otherwise great guitar solo endlinehere  northerly wind the shivering cord of a flagpole endlinehere  america first a line forms for the taco truck endlinehere  harvest moon a little boys first haircut endlinehere  wolf moon the dog sniffs every footprint endlinehere  longest night we finish our wine too quickly endlinehere  high tide the smell of weed by the docks endlinehere  waning moon my mother pretends to know who i am endlinehere  house for sale dismantling the wheelchair ramp endlinehere  my retirement plan tree pollen floating in the wind endlinehere  new moon the final mortgage payment endlinehere  flower moon last stop of the bachelorette party endlinehere  a discolored wall where the mirror used to be endlinehere  double shift the cocktail waitress serves a whiskey sour endlinehere  end of summer one last bottle of wine endlinehere  empty subway station the accordion music pauses between trains endlinehere  sad news opening the windows to let the chill out endlinehere  far from wall street a cormorant dives endlinehere  lingering clouds a stock market sell off endlinehere  open house the rushed paint strokes of the guest room endlinehere  prairie winter clouds approach the broken fence endlinehere  blizzard warning wishing i hadnt seen that black cat endlinehere  unripe pomegranates all thats left between us endlinehere  morning thunder the garbage mans early start endlinehere  day of the dead my unshaved face in the mirror endlinehere  in the ruins of a beach house wild orchids bloom endlinehere  equinox we split the last beer endlinehere  despite all my worry the fragrance of honeysuckle endlinehere  gibbous moon all thats left of summer endlinehere  end of summer watching the dow fall endlinehere  late summer chill a young mans obituary endlinehere  lightning her nightgown comes off endlinehere  sturgeon moon an ancient burial site endlinehere  heat wave she stops adjusting her shoulder strap endlinehere  windless night a slow dance of fireflies endlinehere  approaching storm children playing with matches endlinehere  a final date mingling their ashes in the lake endlinehere  missing in action the hollow eyes of a veteran endlinehere  spring sunshine another freckle to kiss endlinehere  dogwood blossoms an ultrasound of my newest grandson endlinehere  morning fog a second cup of bad coffee endlinehere  good friday dandelion seeds in the wind endlinehere  good friday an unexpected phone call endlinehere  a long conversation about mom slow soaking rain endlinehere  over leftovers an argument about the causes of war endlinehere  news of her death winter moon descending beyond the trees endlinehere  restless night footprints on the moon endlinehere  a break in the fog my daughters new address endlinehere  death of a dictator the ebb and flow of the sea endlinehere  election eve driving home in the dark endlinehere  cactus flower i didnt realize she knew my name endlinehere  day of the dead walking into a strong perfume endlinehere  defying the autumn gloom red maple endlinehere  in the hollow stump of the old tree wild poppies bloom endlinehere  deep autumn a row of empty beach houses endlinehere  hurricane watch the tall trees shadow over our house endlinehere  hunters moon she asks if ive found what i needed endlinehere  migrating geese no one asks them where theyre from endlinehere  troubled sleep sparks from a high tension wire endlinehere  summer haze someone murmurs alzheimers endlinehere  harvest moon her updated relationship status endlinehere  summer twilight the instructions for my ashes endlinehere  blood tinted soil where the sugar plantation used to be endlinehere  crowded train the bright red glare of her lipstick endlinehere  hay moon the farmers daughter in heels endlinehere  the enlightened man wearing lipstick on his collar endlinehere  starless night the deep croak of a bullfrog endlinehere  thunderstorm a late night visitor endlinehere  overcast night the mouse trap snaps endlinehere  summer rain the garden gnomes weary smile endlinehere  threatening sky the hum of a power line endlinehere  roadside puddle a street dog licks the winter moon endlinehere  impenetrable haze the other side of the bridge endlinehere  biker couple covering their tattoos with sunscreen endlinehere  ocean view the old dog on a leash endlinehere  empty ferris wheel the last time we kissed endlinehere  crossing the border without a passport great blue heron endlinehere  strawberry moon the ribbon in my granddaughters hair endlinehere  another meeting swallowing my cold coffee endlinehere  in the rubble of my childhood home wild flowers endlinehere  honoring those whove served by wearing camouflage in front of the tv endlinehere  guarding the suburban lawn a smiling buddha endlinehere  gibbous moon her unfinished tattoo endlinehere  delta blues a bead of sweat on my beer bottle endlinehere  stationary front the same haiku i wrote yesterday endlinehere  invisible on radar the lingering mist between us endlinehere  thunder clouds he tells me how many days hes been sober endlinehere  pink moon a taste of what comes next endlinehere  after the rain my mother forgets who i am endlinehere  crowded cafe the barrista misspells my name endlinehere  from a windowless room the ocean view on my screensaver endlinehere  starless night my favorite pub loses its liquor license endlinehere  cold spring rain where i buried the puppies endlinehere  black ice the doctor would like to run more tests endlinehere  new moon the darkness within endlinehere  a mothers vigil the rhythm of the ventilator endlinehere  mezcal morning the church bells out of sync endlinehere  new construction chopping down my childhood endlinehere  over monday coffee the conversation shifts to the walking dead endlinehere  end of the weekend i finished that beer too quickly endlinehere  my retirement plan the ripples in a mud puddle endlinehere  under candlelight she tells me about her scars endlinehere  spring sleet he hisses through clenched teeth endlinehere  city lights the glitter of broken glass endlinehere  st patricks day the first green buds on the old tree endlinehere  writers block heating up the leftovers endlinehere  starless night i finish the wine too quickly endlinehere  melting snow the nurse searches for a pulse endlinehere  a neat pile of all your letters before i burn them endlinehere  crickets in imperfect harmony endlinehere  spring cleaning cropping her out of a photograph endlinehere  news of his relapse how slowly the rain falls endlinehere  moonless night apologies made in the passive voice endlinehere  early bird special at least fifty shades of grey endlinehere  snow flurries trying to remember when i first turned gray endlinehere  secluded highway we turn the radio off endlinehere  winter rain a birthday reminder for a dead friend endlinehere  stopping for the fire truck cicadas endlinehere  waiting for the train a huddled mass of smartphones endlinehere  zazen that fly battering itself against the sunny window endlinehere  morning meditation a steaming manhole cover endlinehere  winter rain the dog and i exchange sighs endlinehere  asleep at the wheel the ghost cabbie of my nightmares endlinehere  gibbous moon shes not telling the whole truth endlinehere  two hour meeting shadows creep across the table endlinehere  frost on the windshield i remember how much i drank last night endlinehere  budget cuts a crescent moon on the horizon endlinehere  ash wednesday a dusting of snow endlinehere  police sirens another night without the moon endlinehere  final approach she pencils in her eyebrows endlinehere  melting snow an unfinished haiku endlinehere  the dow falls rose petals in the wind endlinehere  between doses of cough medicine silence endlinehere  snow flurries my unborn grandchilds perfect fingers endlinehere  stuck behind a schoolbus thunderclouds endlinehere  crescent moon leaning her head against my shoulder endlinehere  icy conditions another slide on wall street endlinehere  converting to condos the nightclub where we met endlinehere  in a dark place quietly fermenting homebrew endlinehere  new moon time to lose the beard endlinehere  emptying the wine bottle another conversation about mom endlinehere  my stock portfolio puddles filled with winter rain endlinehere  occupying wall street the ghosts of my retirement dreams endlinehere  that recurring dream in which i pull the fire alarm and run endlinehere  epiphany jesus and mary stopped at the border endlinehere  epiphany the gift of a dead mouse at the door endlinehere  not softened by sepia tones images of war endlinehere  first thaw someone should have warned the daffodils endlinehere  snow turns to rain wondering when it all went wrong endlinehere  war fathers burying sons endlinehere  domestic terrorism winter moths at the door endlinehere  harvest moon grass gone to seed on the tennis court endlinehere  huddled smokers another conversation about the cloud endlinehere  hazard lights through raindrops october leaves endlinehere  cold stethoscope i lie to the doctor about my drinking endlinehere  starless night i cant believe the weekend is over endlinehere  after the rain a puddle filled with stars endlinehere  abandoned school a soft breeze ripples through the weeds endlinehere  after the conference pigeons feasting on crumbs endlinehere  still pond a dragonfly lands on the moon endlinehere  severe thunderstorm warning a murder of crows endlinehere  daylight fades my mother asks the same question twice endlinehere  ghost town a rooster crows for no reason at all endlinehere  end of the road three big dogs with nothing to do endlinehere  an oasis in the bible belt adult book store endlinehere  after the storm the streets have no names endlinehere  early autumn the golden highlights in her green hair endlinehere  mixed precipitation a flat finish on wall street endlinehere  a long meeting permanent marker on the erasable whiteboard endlinehere  sipping absinthe the impressionist painting of night endlinehere  urban incense a steaming manhole cover endlinehere  sailing the seas of my subconscious her fishnet stockings endlinehere  wolf moon suddenly i see her in a different light endlinehere  laundry day the search for matching socks endlinehere  christmas leftovers my mother forgets why she called endlinehere  the sudden chill a fresh layer of ice on the fire escape endlinehere  bad beer the stock market goes flat endlinehere  mixed precipitation she tells me i look good for my age endlinehere  enlightment a police car on fire endlinehere  thanksgiving night an empty parking lot at the nursing home endlinehere  thanksgiving rain the unblinking eyes of a shelter dog endlinehere  thanksgiving rain the dog no one wanted endlinehere  alone at the bar the missing letters in a neon light endlinehere  new moon the doctor schedules a biopsy endlinehere  morning fog an empty tequila bottle endlinehere  asleep on the subway floor the unknown soldier endlinehere  veterans day the old dogs gray muzzle endlinehere  tornado watch now available in hd endlinehere  my daughters birthday a childs balloon above the clouds endlinehere  spring mist my granddaughter cries in my arms endlinehere  patriots day a homeless veterans weathered sign endlinehere  dusk that song still makes me cry endlinehere  holy week three bare trees against a gray sky endlinehere  morning mist the fragrance of strong coffee endlinehere  bitter wine time for that conversation about mom endlinehere  the old oak tree where we first kissed marked with an x endlinehere  new photos of my granddaughter crocuses in bloom endlinehere  twilight she tells me she has a spare toothbrush endlinehere  crescent moon the fullness of her hips endlinehere  still pond koi swim through the sky endlinehere  tempest in a teapot my mother serves me decaf endlinehere  equinox an wheeler crossing the double yellow line endlinehere  equinox splitting the last of the wine endlinehere  still wandering the empty corridor cheap perfume endlinehere  winter storm watch beware of falling stock prices endlinehere  empty terminal headline news for ghosts endlinehere  wolf moon the sway of her hips endlinehere  mid winter thaw an unscratched lottery ticket endlinehere  crowded train a clash of perfumes endlinehere  new moon forgetting old acquaintances endlinehere  the blank page learning nothing from the pine endlinehere  abandoned playground the graffiti fades endlinehere  first date trying not to talk to her cleavage endlinehere  crescent moon the dog sleeps with one eye open endlinehere  dusting off the christmas lights gibbous moon endlinehere  cold coffee the crunch of a christmas ball under foot endlinehere  her lips beckoning mine highway billboard endlinehere  snow flurries my unborn granddaughters heartbeat endlinehere  darkening skies the final hours of the weekend endlinehere  the moon and my wine glass half full endlinehere  town landfill old timers arguing politics endlinehere  stock market report a stalled car in the intersection endlinehere  day of the dead all the leftover halloween candy endlinehere  hunters moon searching for my keys endlinehere  cold night i become the dogs pillow endlinehere  first snow an almost perfect shave endlinehere  fair weather clouds an ultrasound of my next grandchild endlinehere  a true wonder of the world how she fills her grand canyon t shirt endlinehere  unable to sleep unable to stay awake a distant ocean endlinehere  my rising blood pressure a vapor trail in the sky endlinehere  october dusk wishing i could see just one more firefly endlinehere  hot city night the sizzle of a broken sub woofer endlinehere  her long legs i walk right into a spider web endlinehere  loosening the top button of her blouse with my eyes endlinehere  snow turns to rain the afterglow of the plow lights endlinehere  snow day more white than i remember in my beard endlinehere  footprints in the snow words i cant take back endlinehere  new london winter the gleam of pleasure boats wrapped in plastic endlinehere  winter chill shredded plastic in a barbed wire fence endlinehere  lazy midtown morning another layer of paint on the rusty fire escape endlinehere  lazy midtown morning do those green copper gargoyles feel the cold endlinehere  first of december the darkness before dawn endlinehere  first of december police tape clinging to a burned out barn endlinehere  winter clouds my gray hair grayer endlinehere  december rain the long night longer endlinehere  a break in the clouds my third cup of coffee grows cold endlinehere  clear skies a solitary crow on a high voltage wire endlinehere  november dusk do the streetlights know how early it is endlinehere  november dusk the warmth of a familiar song endlinehere  overcast just one more game of solitaire endlinehere  more rain a mouse trapped between walls endlinehere  new moon an abandoned car on lovers lane endlinehere  new moon a missing mouse trap endlinehere  new moon the mouse in the ceiling awakens endlinehere  autumn equinox my baseball glove right where i left it endlinehere  sudden chill an empty bird feeder outside the nursing home endlinehere  waning moon a hand printed sign reads lost dog endlinehere  heat wave the dog moves slowly from shadow to shadow endlinehere  restless night a tree frog in and out of tune endlinehere  morning haze one light rinse of the coffee cup is good enough endlinehere  memorial day stars obscured by distant smoke endlinehere  red dragonfly my newest granddaughters tiny fingers endlinehere  june cold snap the next door neighbors house for sale endlinehere  after the rain a light on in the basement of an empty house endlinehere  finally friday the dog so attentive around the grill endlinehere  cold april rain i no longer remember your name endlinehere  cold april rain my daughters birthday on another continent endlinehere  going out of business the naked mannequins mardi gras beads endlinehere  caffeine buzz snow in the forecast somewhere else endlinehere  moonless night an ambulance speeds by with its lights out endlinehere  moonless night an empty can of whipped cream endlinehere  moonless night pulling the dog from shadow to shadow endlinehere  too wired to sleep too tired to dream winter wind endlinehere  crowded train her perfect lips pierced endlinehere  autumn rain the warmth of one too many glasses of wine endlinehere  wolf moon the dog wont come in endlinehere  blue moon i wonder where my children are tonight endlinehere  bitter cold even the christmas lights seem to shiver endlinehere  december rain a phone call from my son endlinehere  december rain a deer tail and then nothing endlinehere  april overcast my son turns twenty in iraq endlinehere  march a broken umbrella crosses the street endlinehere  deep winter a stray dog sniffs an empty coffee cup endlinehere  late train all the highlighted passages in his bible endlinehere  one week before christmas a three legged dog sniffs the trash endlinehere  crowded train the drunk offers me his seat for five dollars endlinehere  the trainyard at dawn new graffiti on an old caboose endlinehere  equinox two limes in my margarita endlinehere  veterans day a frightened dog at the animal shelter endlinehere  twilight i direct a stranger to the wrong train endlinehere  valentines day awakened by a kiss from the dog endlinehere  burning leaves kerry concedes the election endlinehere  rumors of war removing decorations from the christmas tree endlinehere  dirty snow the conductor flirts with school girls endlinehere  troubled sleep steam rises from a storm sewer endlinehere  my daughters th birthday the warming sunshine in her hair endlinehere  wall street watch the unnerving plunge of her neckline endlinehere  stood up by a part time lover shooting star endlinehere  orthopedists office all paintings tilted slightly off center endlinehere  afghan invasion the dog on my side of the bed endlinehere  approaching storm my twelve year olds fascination with war endlinehere  autumn colors the receptionists bright red hair endlinehere  first frost i trim my graying beard endlinehere  three shades too dark the lipstick on his collar endlinehere  a familar name on the victims list my coffee grows cold endlinehere  between silent construction cranes the milky way endlinehere  the end of summer my light beer suddenly darker endlinehere  my daughter starts college another empty pint of beer endlinehere  first day of vacation shooting star on a moonless night endlinehere  train running late an ant climbs the station wall endlinehere  planning our trip lightning flashes beyond the horizon endlinehere  dangerous lightning she watches me watching her endlinehere  unhooking her bra the moon peeks over the treetops endlinehere  distant thunder a shower of pollen falls from the trees endlinehere  the haze lifts she tosses her hair over her shoulder endlinehere  my daughters graduation tightening the knot on my necktie endlinehere  crowded train station the tap tap thump of a blind mans cane endlinehere  staring at me from the bathroom mirror an age spot endlinehere  my sons twelfth birthday a rabbit hops across the busy street endlinehere  sunny spring day walking through a cloud of perfume endlinehere  the train arrives one more sip from an empty cup of coffee endlinehere  wedding night the parents of the bride in separate beds endlinehere  spring snow an expecting mother rests her hands on her belly endlinehere  energy crisis long line at the coffee shop endlinehere  ash wednesday the priest lights a cigarette endlinehere  where dirty snow meets road salt a dozen roses endlinehere  snow mixes with rain my mother keeps calling me by my brothers name endlinehere  away on business the restless cat on your side of the bed endlinehere  lunch hour the automatic teller machine eats my card endlinehere  staring at her neckline the deep plunge of the nasdaq endlinehere  the nasdaq falls moss clings to a weathered tombstone endlinehere  troubled sleep somewhere in the darkness an unlocked door endlinehere  commuter daydream i follow the slit in her skirt into oncoming trafic endlinehere  her well tanned shoulders wrapped in a sweater the end of summer endlinehere  asleep on the train the gentle rise and fall of her breasts endlinehere  first date under the streetlight our shadows hold hands endlinehere  tent revival the preachers wife in a miracle bra endlinehere  mass pike trafic the bright red glare of her lipstick endlinehere  reflecting the graffiti landscape soho rain endlinehere  my sons eleventh birthday miles of cold gray rain between us endlinehere  in the produce aisle a voluptuous woman compares melons endlinehere  market forecast record warmth followed by rain endlinehere  bitterly cold a box of old love letters hidden in the attic endlinehere  after four hours of sleep light snow fills an empty cup endlinehere  children dancing circles in the rain autumn leaves endlinehere  falling leaves unpacking winter clothes from cedar trunks endlinehere  summer heat my air conditioner sweating endlinehere  summers end one haiku becomes another endlinehere  twin towers where once two shadows now only sun endlinehere  rice seedlings each step deeper in the mud endlinehere  temple courtyard through the morning fog peach blossoms endlinehere  abandoned house children picking mangoes in the yard endlinehere  power outage the distant sound of a saxophone endlinehere  late summer an inchworm less than an inch endlinehere  talk of dying the mention of ranch land i have never seen endlinehere  spring morning flies return to a crab carcass endlinehere  migrating swallows she tells me shell pray for me endlinehere  letter from overseas a call from southward geese penetrates the thicket endlinehere  spring mist the tree i take shelter under planted in remembrance endlinehere  first raindrops the freight train i passed two states ago endlinehere  hard winter ground we argue about the constellations endlinehere  walking to work the blossoms on my street late this year endlinehere  snow outside a small bowl of imported oranges endlinehere  veterans cemetery a wide expanse of lawn beyond the graves endlinehere  a pear a worms hole leaves a bitter taste endlinehere  tin ceiling grandma talks of a world before the war endlinehere  anniversary an old dress on the line fills with wind endlinehere  diagnosis day coffee rings left on the counter endlinehere  lighting a candle with a candle another night of snow endlinehere  freezing rain the cafe crooner slips out of tune endlinehere  the smell before the sound of it evening rain endlinehere  thunderheads hanging on the horizon a red tailed hawk endlinehere  reading obituaries the here and there of fireflies endlinehere  the parking lot down to one puddle of moon endlinehere  before the storm the thunder of lawnmowers endlinehere  in and out of the rusted shed moonshine endlinehere  dusk the old gate sags into its shadow endlinehere  all day rain the refrigerators ommmmm endlinehere  jumping ice cubes all over the floor a hair in my whiskey endlinehere  new freedom blue dress now a table cloth endlinehere  blowing bubbles my breath floats away in different sizes endlinehere  three feet distance needed for reading my ku without glasses endlinehere  wiping the full moon from a wet glossy table with my bare hand endlinehere  flea market a sitting buddha on his left side endlinehere  early winter he chooses to read old soup recipes endlinehere  english newspaper a lot of starving people between fish chips endlinehere  while dusting buddhas mouth is smile disappeared for a few seconds endlinehere  autumn storm lightning flashes on buddahs belly endlinehere  new cracks in an old mirror i just noticed endlinehere  rain scented air a thousand frogs croaking endlinehere  bone dust after cremation the winter sky endlinehere  behind the cafe the sound of children or crows endlinehere  on the clothesline his and her shirts side by side again endlinehere  between the mist and the edge of the forest a white buffalo endlinehere  harvest moon rose garden has lost its colors endlinehere  eerie moonlight graveyard of the rusted automobiles endlinehere  indian summer first light finds the tallest tree endlinehere  drought no clouds in the bird bath endlinehere  tea party over lipstick smiles remain endlinehere  after the cloudburst birdbath full of sky again endlinehere  underside of the flower pot one hundred legs endlinehere  coffee season singing from the trees endlinehere  no moisture mother earths skin has cracked endlinehere  typing small i only because morning coffee occupies my other hand endlinehere  in the space between trees and mist a white buffalo endlinehere  drumming heartbeat in the mist endlinehere  how bright the years in the georgian palace brickwork this lukewarm winter endlinehere  smoke and mirrors another veil of cloud across the moon endlinehere  january hail a scattering of early lambs endlinehere  deep winter a new kind of rain rings my bell endlinehere  monthly meeting all the agenda os coloured in endlinehere  motorway verge frost has picked last years apples endlinehere  black friday dip dyed desperation gusting down the mall endlinehere  autumn gale a months mortgage payments scatter the lawn endlinehere  christmas day a present of rain on the ponys back endlinehere  november blossom a brightness to find what might have been lost endlinehere  deep autumn theres wind enough to winnow wild rice endlinehere  shortening days the petals fall into dust endlinehere  leavers day a wind too strong for butterflies endlinehere  endless rain christmas lights bleed in a puddle endlinehere  gibbous moon the smell of woodsmoke fills a wait for rain endlinehere  cider farm a sweetness on the breeze endlinehere  neon veil a neighbours lights outshine the moon endlinehere  yew harvest deep hues fill a redwings hunger endlinehere  autumn gale the sunflowers turn their seedy cheeks endlinehere  shes leaving home a pair of shoes that no longer fit endlinehere  indian summer its what the sunflowers waited for endlinehere  glinting on a retirement card autumn rain endlinehere  autumn mist my neighbour asks me what i do endlinehere  straw truck delivery someone elses summer strewn down our lane endlinehere  autumn rain my socks dry on the pc tower endlinehere  autumn equinox i let the last fly go free endlinehere  after rain honeysuckle awake again endlinehere  summit cairn a ravens call lost to the wind endlinehere  pathless moor the cackle of grouse hidden by mist endlinehere  new years day a deer hesitates in the headlights endlinehere  dentists chair counting dead flies in the striplights endlinehere  the morning after oak leaves cradle last nights hail endlinehere  hung in a cobweb between gorse flowers christmas rain endlinehere  perseid showers only rain in the night garden endlinehere  summer longing a dampness in the washing left out overnight endlinehere  night after night the farm dog forgets he knows me of old endlinehere  last day of term my daughter breaks the uniform code endlinehere  spring wind tachograph discs turn down a backroad endlinehere  steam railway blackthorn blossom follows the tracks endlinehere  all fools day behaving like a teenager again endlinehere  day after day on the road to work a single magpie endlinehere  spring sunshine the joggers stride a little longer endlinehere  my daughter says i resemble a drunk winter rain endlinehere  st davids day a mower cuts the green green grass of home endlinehere  efficiency seminar a reek of cheap fat lingers in the hall endlinehere  referendum day a few pale shoots after the frost endlinehere  roadside tribute last years leaves cover a fox endlinehere  commuter traffic no light to stop a starling flock endlinehere  february gale the empty bird feeder taps my office window endlinehere  i arrange my tie to hide a stain misty hollow endlinehere  supermarket sign the melancholia magnified by drizzle endlinehere  february dawn the rhubarb rises a deeper red endlinehere  afternoon fog the point of the meeting getting lost endlinehere  a red cloud on the horizon robins song endlinehere  valentines day a patch of snow the sun hasnt found endlinehere  we race dry leaves down the road home the north wind and me endlinehere  her plastic lifelines in harsh hospital light even fresh flowers fade endlinehere  a dog stares his cataract eyes the colour of moons endlinehere  five star hotel a cockroach scurries pool side endlinehere  his old hands working the soil smell of brewed tea endlinehere  church ruins the grace of a butterfly endlinehere  pleasantly drunk in the orchard a flock of waxwings endlinehere  memorial day a layer of dust covers his urn endlinehere  six years presents under the tree still wrapped endlinehere  hawks hover the view of calm seas through a gunport endlinehere  at the memorial a hawks cry scatters her ashes endlinehere  forty six years writing my name yellow in snow endlinehere  more than the shining sun in the morning i want her endlinehere  nothing more tiring than being tired of sleeping alone warm coffee endlinehere  crushed mosquito red line on the floor subway in may endlinehere  spring wind on my neck cooler than your breath endlinehere  parting the clatter of train tracks into dark endlinehere  fading bougainvillea in the night sky mars endlinehere  splatting drops moments ago they held a rainbow endlinehere  after the long wait two unattended dove eggs in summer rain endlinehere  from the armoire scent of passion in a candle yet to be burned endlinehere  wood flute music through an open window the crows rasp endlinehere  mothers day i let the phone ring longer for her endlinehere  scenting two pages of the websters unabridged wild lilac endlinehere  valentines dinner nothing on the menu suits him endlinehere  stroke of his snoring punctuated by fireworks endlinehere  stillness a few flat stones beneath the pine endlinehere  lunch at the cove the ebb and flow of their conversation endlinehere  distant thoughts the last ember cools endlinehere  computer drone overtaken by the sound of pounding rain endlinehere  heat storm a quick breath between flash and crashing thunder endlinehere  in the mirror a much older woman returns my glance endlinehere  april shower last drop of green tea endlinehere  morning fog only the scent of eucalyptus endlinehere  morning rush cup of tea untouched endlinehere  summer solstice i saw a rouge flower growing endlinehere  soft rain a quiet ambulance at rush hour endlinehere  community garden a fence separates carrots from carrots endlinehere  oolong pekoe tasting each sound endlinehere  sudden rain and then i remember earth day endlinehere  sliding a white marble into its matchbox voodoo moon endlinehere  almost spring the florist waters her sidewalk endlinehere  evening calm pot smoke wafts up from under the bridge endlinehere  honeymoon cutting in half their first melon endlinehere  window cleaner the masks we wear at the office endlinehere  winter blizzard her psoriasis shedding skin endlinehere  beyond darkened fields g ro w i n g with bird song this tide line of dawn endlinehere  pilgrim counts every second step stone in shoe endlinehere  trinitarian glasses help both speaker and listeners to see more clearly endlinehere  approaching rain the smell of sauerkraut lingers on the stairs endlinehere  a slight turbulence as the cormorant dives autumns end endlinehere  no longer friends the aftertaste of imported ale endlinehere  river eddies the day you asked me out endlinehere  evening cold a shell at the end of a snail trail endlinehere  migrating cranes the people we speak of in the past tense endlinehere  winter thunder i let tea leaves release the tannins endlinehere  the odds of his dying before me snow mixes with rain endlinehere  living alone the quiet ritual of coffee endlinehere  heat lightning something ancient in a lizards eye endlinehere  scudding clouds a magpies calls drift into my headache endlinehere  dead sparrow the smell of rain from somewhere else endlinehere  evening news two crows on the rim of a satellite dish endlinehere  his burn scarred hands how the winter wind makes dead leaves fly endlinehere  approaching winter sunlight on the leather of a pipistrelles wings endlinehere  unpicked apples we promise to keep in touch endlinehere  indian summer two rows of maize left standing endlinehere  flickering street light from darkness to darkness the flight of a bat endlinehere  a love letter in mothers handwriting asters gone to seed endlinehere  first notes of a buskers clarinet summer river endlinehere  dusty seashell the words he whispered in my ear endlinehere  no sound from a crows gaping beak sultry afternoon endlinehere  sultry afternoon wood pigeons cooing from the shade endlinehere  rain filled river the things you kept from me endlinehere  drifting fog an acquaintance id rather not meet endlinehere  receding thunder cherry petals line the storm drain endlinehere  heavy snowfall a hawk on a fence post almost white endlinehere  high sun his daughter on his shoulders endlinehere  ruined stadium all that remains are bird songs endlinehere  long day a warm breeze carries the smell of the brewery endlinehere  a wide open bay as far as the eye can see the herring gulls call endlinehere  waiting for you the changeful rhythm of the rain endlinehere  airport gate the undetected poison of your words endlinehere  spring changes i clean rust off the latch of an old desire endlinehere  spring in the air the stone path to the mailbox well polished endlinehere  autumn light in the silent glades me and the gun endlinehere  late fall the scent of rain in your hair endlinehere  watching the lunar eclipse a dead rose endlinehere  autumn leaves the harvest moon fades endlinehere  sudden hail the argument breaks off mid sentence endlinehere  sudden hail she tells me to be careful what i wish for endlinehere  distant thunder i dream ive forgotten where my parents live endlinehere  first frost the squirrel plants acorns where we buried the cat endlinehere  fall equinox a black squirrel running on the power line endlinehere  mudslide the last rain of segues into endlinehere  mirror maze i stand alone in the crowd of me endlinehere  dementia every meeting is now our first endlinehere  just extinguished smoke slowly curls out pumpkin eyes endlinehere  long evening a different silence in each room endlinehere  indian summer my bookmark a yellow leaf endlinehere  a shy toddler the rest home seniors come to life endlinehere  my night prayers the long rumble of a freight train endlinehere  snow fury the coffeecup still warm in my hand endlinehere  winter leaf how she cups the pills in her hand endlinehere  climbing the walls of the disused youth club flowering hops endlinehere  mussel blue skies the cherry blossom bright by the brick wall endlinehere  around the headstone of one who died at twenty wind puffed primroses endlinehere  between train tracks recumbent beer bottles beset by frost endlinehere  the line of poplars blackens a mackerel sky february blues endlinehere  following me downriver to work the pastel moon endlinehere  sharp night a thin plume of smoke from the fire station endlinehere  crow after crow the morning darkens with biblical rain endlinehere  honking through the darkness long before their shapes the twilight geese endlinehere  winter solstice the street sweeper picks up a glass half full endlinehere  at either end of the twelve carriage platform spring mist endlinehere  street of cafes cherry blossom gusts across the tables endlinehere  hail on the train a young womans leg straddles her boyfriends endlinehere  almost spring outside the embassy plaque polishing endlinehere  for seconds between flood rains the sunny colours of market mangoes endlinehere  like scattering tacks the forecast record rainfall on the buss roof endlinehere  yellow moon a glimpse of a porpoise easing upstream endlinehere  the river streaks pell mell on either side of eel pie island two pied wagtails endlinehere  the forecast rain a queue jumper gets berated by everyone endlinehere  late again the lights change in the evening puddle endlinehere  shortest day three geezers paint the pubs front green endlinehere  steam train just over the wall a winter flowering cherry endlinehere  manitoba crossing all their possessions in a plastic bag endlinehere  light breeze the desire of my skin for touch endlinehere  rainy day through the stained glass window yellow jasmine endlinehere  arthritis another glass of wine in the left hand endlinehere  marmalade on the birthday card signed baby endlinehere  shortest day her countdown to christmas quickens endlinehere  dusk breeze another birthday spent viewing others endlinehere  bamboo flute mournful notes flying to an absent moon endlinehere  still smiling water beads and drips off buddhas nose endlinehere  forest silence the cool green glow of lichen wet with sunlit steam endlinehere  old village mosquitos enough for everyone endlinehere  sweeping leaves her lovesong interupted by a sigh endlinehere  infinite white a solitary tree supporting the sky endlinehere  rush hour one leafs journey to the ground endlinehere  autumn trail the smell of something wild lingers endlinehere  in my basket a flurry of seed fluff windy morning endlinehere  afternoon sun my shadow reaches a bottle of red endlinehere  winter dusk five geese and i heading home endlinehere  a tiny bird cold in my hands night wind endlinehere  moving day my shadow by the pond one last time endlinehere  gray morning the sound of a red canoe endlinehere  fall afternoon pockets full of seeds and dreams endlinehere  river rat the shadow within an owls voice endlinehere  tropical wind orange butterfly and i endlinehere  my breath on the phones screen hurricane watch endlinehere  autumns end a bottle of wine shared with a bee endlinehere  a moth in candle wax early winter endlinehere  after the storm mountains return a bit softer endlinehere  finding her place between black and white the young eagle endlinehere  in the fog a mountain echoes blackbird at dawn endlinehere  afternoon heat the faraway sea in a gulls cry endlinehere  briefly the day pauses first butterfly endlinehere  another button lost along the way lifting fog endlinehere  the owl i hear but never see november dusk endlinehere  for a moment i am the heron first light endlinehere  cinnamon tea drinking the scent of dawn endlinehere  rush hour our echoes meet in the stairwell endlinehere  tip of the storm thunder fills the sky with crows endlinehere  summer rain i leave the dishes for later endlinehere  memorial day shadows in formation among headstones endlinehere  dormer window the wasp i couldnt save gathers dust endlinehere  jasmine tasting the sound of my tea endlinehere  his dust soft on my fingers the dead moth endlinehere  snuffing the flame the quiet room quieter endlinehere  the quiet of making soup winter rain endlinehere  dark winter day learning from doves when dusk comes endlinehere  holiday traffic watching mountains grow in the distance endlinehere  me and the mountain winter solstice endlinehere  drinking white instead of red night without stars endlinehere  fresh market the age of the hand buying apples endlinehere  a hawk slips between the colors river twilight endlinehere  waiting for rain a year is ending in the woods endlinehere  river twilight a tiny crab touches every shadow endlinehere  calmed by the riverbank drifting wood endlinehere  sunrise and flowers blooming on the table endlinehere  hunting season the maples blood red endlinehere  chainsaw hearing the river flow afterward endlinehere  sunday morning the jasmine climbs a cloud higher endlinehere  valley wedding the scent of gun smoke coming uphill endlinehere  nobodys tree on the highest branch the perfect apples endlinehere  moon silence the sound of a mouse comes between us endlinehere  another flood a different voice in the bayou endlinehere  on his third try the fish hawk wins summer games endlinehere  only a fish nibbling a lily pad morning fog endlinehere  dry thunder on the tip of my tongue the scent of rain endlinehere  the sound of heat everything is cicadas endlinehere  as still as midnight hanging in the moss the dying moth endlinehere  passing storm bits of sky settle in the treetops endlinehere  a fish breaks the rivers calm heat haze endlinehere  lost in thought the sound of wavelets at the edges endlinehere  pond of dust a butterflys quest for a flower endlinehere  troubled times the grace of sunset on a summer day endlinehere  another tragedy evening curls quietly in the pond endlinehere  summer firelight the memory of a dog nuzzles my hand endlinehere  for a moment the heat is so cold deep south endlinehere  spent candle reading the last page by first light endlinehere  restless dreams but there you are morning sky endlinehere  seed catalog the colours of a winter daydream endlinehere  sacred ground a bumblebee tastes every poppy endlinehere  morning fog only the ducks cry passes overhead endlinehere  just after midnight sounds become heartbeats coyote song endlinehere  running home an empty mind full of jasmine endlinehere  frog by frog the marsh erupts with dusk endlinehere  after the cranes the sky refills with silence endlinehere  prairie afternoon the grassy taste of every breath endlinehere  outgoing tide what sand remembers of night endlinehere  forest trail my thoughts meander the fragrances endlinehere  just where creek becomes river the rain begins endlinehere  on the edge of almost too far crushed chili pepper endlinehere  picket fence i bury my cat on the sunny side endlinehere  all the quiet gone from the pond first bullfrog endlinehere  between sunrise and my bed an owl flies home endlinehere  cabin walls feeling my way through a wilderness night endlinehere  against my skin the roughness of firewood hoar frost endlinehere  twilight a crickets sudden silence endlinehere  river fog stretching to sunrise the voices of ducks endlinehere  abandoned house a windowsill heavy with cactus bones endlinehere  a dog howls the river darker one last beer endlinehere  just west of dawn an earful of geese heading south endlinehere  the grey sound of a boats emptiness cold dawn rain endlinehere  on the morning side of the rivers end rising star endlinehere  puddles of sky a childs first step in the clouds endlinehere  growth rings a child sings her way around a tree endlinehere  my missing pen the cat pretends sleep on a winters eve endlinehere  unknowns waiting for the wind to cry again endlinehere  sunday eve the blues moan softly across the pond endlinehere  storm clouds billowing in the wind a strangers coat endlinehere  deep canyon the grand voice of a tiny wren endlinehere  desert night a constellation of tents glows yellow endlinehere  smoke on the wind midnights every breath tastes of fire endlinehere  grey autumn day knowing when its time in my bones endlinehere  where trees bloom with egrets at dusk the quiet sky endlinehere  at the deep end of a winter day birdsong endlinehere  bark beetles in the ponderosa pine these gnawing doubts endlinehere  a famished mallard has emigrated to the city zoo endlinehere  blackout how bright mars shines this summer night endlinehere  skyscraper a window washer squeegees the thunderhead endlinehere  insomnia the mouse has it too endlinehere  afternoon rain a neighbor opening her curtains too endlinehere  in the cathedral kneeling photographer endlinehere  as soon as the sun lights up the busses window this mosquito get worked up endlinehere  hardly half the moon upright clear november sky endlinehere  leaves stir on the pavement full moon soon endlinehere  through caroline street with four artichokes dripping nose endlinehere  sleeping beside the gold fish november full moon endlinehere  high tide oil reaching new heights endlinehere  end of the year sweeping out flies from the balcony endlinehere  full moon night the shape of the mannequins breasts in the shop window endlinehere  new york september the one way sign points towards the billowing cloud endlinehere  gardens gates closed on to the waters endlinehere  nobody sees the red persimmons in the abandoned garden endlinehere  hurry up to cross the trail reckless snail endlinehere  twilight fireflies lighting up the old oak endlinehere  melanoma the warriors last combat zone endlinehere  third winter without you the howling wind endlinehere  little masks on the ice cream truck only blocks away endlinehere  alone together another glass of wine the color of bruises endlinehere  quarantined laughter of newlyweds next door endlinehere  midnight tulips in a water glass touching endlinehere  eyes red nostrils puffing smoke all night poker endlinehere  frigid night the chimney belches heat from his love letters endlinehere  garden party a sound crew checks the microphone endlinehere  afternoon break the hooker savors a hotdog before the evening rush endlinehere  steamy sex in the church parking lot amazing grace endlinehere  hey the red bikini coming out of the water eleven oclock endlinehere  in the attic grandpas rabbits foot and purple heart endlinehere  grandmas brassiere on the clothesline perky in the breeze endlinehere  morning coffee familiar pleasure in each others eye endlinehere  at the club line dancing outside the ladies room endlinehere  house renovation the magic mushrooms he hid years ago endlinehere  midnight a crickets falsetto from the lingerie drawer endlinehere  the last dance her cheap perfume dont matter endlinehere  farm stand he squeezes the melons she checks the zucchini endlinehere  almost home pausing by the pond to reflect endlinehere  days end a cloud of fireflies in the field endlinehere  autumn chill the distant whistle of the evening train endlinehere  the earth softened we planted tulips when he loved me endlinehere  winter rain one flowered umbrella at the funeral endlinehere  the coastal road spinnakers fill with sunset endlinehere  he kissed me on the fourth of july fireworks endlinehere  old teahouse a swear word from the green parrot endlinehere  good news the headlines blurred in morning rain endlinehere  almost dawn thoughts of you when we were us endlinehere  rainbow flags the haunting sounds of amazing grace endlinehere  boyhood friends home once again side by side endlinehere  husband gone his watch ticks its last tock at her garage sale endlinehere  first date wondering if the hat is too much endlinehere  afternoon tryst thunder bangs overhead in the sticky heat endlinehere  closet renovation removing all her clothes she nails the carpenter endlinehere  the pastors daughter her sunday dress the color of bruises endlinehere  carousel music i still see my brother on the painted pony endlinehere  husband at work the mailman knocks to see the newborn endlinehere  hail storm rearranging gravel in the zen garden endlinehere  winter rain a flowered umbrella at the funeral endlinehere  late night date sand in her bra all day long endlinehere  sunday brunch his eyes on the crumb kissing her cleavage endlinehere  morning overcast she adds more blush to her cheeks endlinehere  sudden hail we sip bitter coffee rehashing last night endlinehere  tasting the freckle on her cleavage with my eyes endlinehere  rummage sale her husband in the chair not worth keeping endlinehere  garage sale the flowered couch on which i became a woman endlinehere  arguing downstairs she shuts the windows in her doll house endlinehere  meditating and resplendent in sunlight she finally swats the fly endlinehere  first snow next to the new calendar a clean slate endlinehere  train whistle palm prints linger against the glass endlinehere  wedding anniversary my parents ashes together in the moonlight endlinehere  surprise sneeze the dandelion blows away without a wish endlinehere  seasons stilled a red paper poppy in memoriam endlinehere  an ancient path in a sky without time departing geese endlinehere  her sunday dress the color of bruises merging endlinehere  saturday night the sound of weeping seeps from the wall endlinehere  before dinner the spider and a fly share the sunset endlinehere  crossroads the brown core of an apple endlinehere  lifting fog the face of an old friend on my morning walk endlinehere  daybreak still sipping bitter coffee we rehash last night endlinehere  stars at dusk a spray of willow buds by the gate endlinehere  requiem mass flecks of dust drift in stifling air endlinehere  tense meeting my chewing gum out of flavor endlinehere  inhaling spring her new breast two months old endlinehere  morning rush he finds a half red kiss on his coffee cup endlinehere  never in darkness ground zero lights the night new years eve endlinehere  moonless night the bell buoy talks to itself endlinehere  morning tea he cups his hands around the glass endlinehere  winter solstice candle too short for lingering night endlinehere  dying afternoon light the doctor touches her uncombed hair endlinehere  snail mail delivered in the cold rain endlinehere  mother and daughter chess game two queens endlinehere  haiku conference lecturer delivers address in three short sentences endlinehere  haiku moment she writes her number on his napkin endlinehere  against the glass her palm prints linger endlinehere  nude beach about size and sighs endlinehere  on her nape beads of rain slowly i follow them down endlinehere  kitchen encounter tasting the wine from his lips endlinehere  summer sidewalk drops of rain steam endlinehere  water bed dreams undulating endlinehere  thunder slate sky crocus peeking endlinehere  waiting room a spider hangs on silence endlinehere  hospital room the empty chair takes all the sunshine endlinehere  slipping in beneath the kitchen door first sunlight endlinehere  paper moon falling off almost this argument of mine endlinehere  winter rain colder than ever this bowl of rice endlinehere  fog on the mountain rain tapping the window pane cup of tea steaming endlinehere  my mother cries on the other end of the phone hard rain endlinehere  mountain chapel the rain washed bones of a sheep endlinehere  weight that shifts with the news of a death storm light endlinehere  this slow healing a blackbird almost invisible in the winter dusk endlinehere  bonfire smoke we talk about our disappointments endlinehere  edge of sleep turning the pillow for the cold side endlinehere  new bookshelves the poetry my cat finds in an empty box endlinehere  croissant crumbs i try and find the right words endlinehere  summer rainstorm the balloon man sells umbrellas endlinehere  sunset the fishermans silhouette edged with light endlinehere  three sneezes all thats left of the snowman endlinehere  the cat shifts from sunspot to sunspot sunday morning endlinehere  making soup my hands could be my mothers hands endlinehere  awake too early trees shrouded in mist the slow tick of a clock endlinehere  the damp stain on the wall only looks like a damp stain monday morning endlinehere  sunset over the sea i remember when my mother ran faster than me endlinehere  again this year the wind sown poppies flower between stones endlinehere  empty cafe the tip jar fills with rain endlinehere  my stories getting better and better four fingers of scotch endlinehere  turning seventy i walk outside to see it the almost full moon endlinehere  thanksgiving my mind wanders to my dead brother endlinehere  crescent moon just enough light for this path endlinehere  warm rain on the pond my thoughts rise with the koi endlinehere  the red maple striptease in the driveway endlinehere  sunny afternoon an old man lingers near the mailbox endlinehere  mountain stream two well placed rocks the path home endlinehere  winter clouds seem to move slower too in the cold night endlinehere  it happened just after the full moon snow endlinehere  in the dry grass frost appears on the fallen pears endlinehere  autumn breakfast the last mosquitos hover over my campfire endlinehere  summers end a cool rain slides down the hollyhocks endlinehere  summers end my hand lingers in the dry grass endlinehere  dandelion seeds ai r b o r n in a cool breeze endlinehere  shivering in the cold spring air plum blossoms endlinehere  along the road shape of a willow conforms to the trucks endlinehere  obituary a childs face smiles from the page endlinehere  sunset fisherman rests river flows on endlinehere  puddle from last nights rain reflects the clouds endlinehere  the moon fills the empty tea cup colder now endlinehere  a new cross in the paupers cemetery plastic roses endlinehere  wild horses graze the dry grass dusting of snow endlinehere  haze of gnats around the porch light milky way endlinehere  blood moon rises over the adobe wall scent of red chile endlinehere  plastic bags trapped on barbed wire roadside cross endlinehere  blackberry brambles along the road blues on the radio endlinehere  in spite of bombs and lies wildflowers endlinehere  cloudless sky a red kite fades into the distance endlinehere  mid december candles line the window sill silent night endlinehere  applesauce bubbles on the stove november morning endlinehere  corn stubble rustles in the breeze autumn equinox endlinehere  graduates hurry across the stage dandelion seeds endlinehere  indian ponies behind barbed wire gathering clouds endlinehere  plastic bag trapped in a tree flight cancelled endlinehere  paupers cemetery only the clouds come and go endlinehere  jars filled with buttons a journal the things she left behind endlinehere  midday heat puddles tighten around tadpoles endlinehere  desert sunrise following tracks that follow tracks endlinehere  frigid night the homeless girls naked doll endlinehere  camouflage makes him invisible homeless vet endlinehere  housing projects the uphill struggle of a freight train endlinehere  far from home an airplanes trip through the big dipper endlinehere  prairie lands the wind blown edges of tombstones endlinehere  night bus the emptiness well lit endlinehere  dividing the orchard from the graveyard old country road endlinehere  closing time empty bottles empty faces endlinehere  fish market mackerels gaze to the heavens endlinehere  mountain road the twists and turns in her story endlinehere  cloud drifts the open mouth of a water snake endlinehere  summers end i unpack the smell of the sea endlinehere  coffee house date her choice of decaf says it all endlinehere  rain darkens the small headstone mothers day endlinehere  roosevelts statue leading the cherry blossoms cold april rain endlinehere  sugar for the tea behind the bowl a line of ants endlinehere  fire ant mound against the flower pot after the rain endlinehere  the big dipper rows of corn connect farm to farm endlinehere  autumn chill the silence of the bee hive endlinehere  cloudy skies different shades of shadow in the cauliflower endlinehere  tai chi slicing the morning mist in quarters endlinehere  the therapist says nothing i havent told myself rainless clouds endlinehere  late night at the airport the shoe shine man polishes his own shoes endlinehere  buenos aires tango at the end of an alley the big dipper endlinehere  hot summer day a bowl of picked berries without sugar endlinehere  beach house unlocking the gate to the ocean endlinehere  in and out of the haiku lesson the fragrance of the lilies endlinehere  open window the moons reflection in the toilet bowl endlinehere  jogging at dusk around the neighborhood the smell of garlic endlinehere  waiting for the rice to boil winter moon endlinehere  to the headstone old footsteps frozen in old snow endlinehere  japanese new year how small the new moon in its halo endlinehere  covered by snow like the other stones little buddha endlinehere  in his coffin still the chin wart endlinehere  near dusk a flash of gold in the herons beak endlinehere  dead robin its breast still burning red endlinehere  buddhist temple even here smart phones do the cha cha cha endlinehere  not so good for all the fish good friday endlinehere  st patricks day in front of the pub yellow pouring out of the daffodils endlinehere  at rest in the crows nest crescent moon endlinehere  in morse code the woodpecker announces spring endlinehere  on the ferris wheel reaching up to stroke the moon endlinehere  egg moon she tries another pregnancy stick endlinehere  drenched in mist the white faced heron shorter endlinehere  her empty nursery a sudden breeze lifts the floral curtains endlinehere  yesterdays funeral the lingering scent of mothers lilies endlinehere  no water in the stone fountain summer haze endlinehere  phone call the pups squeaky toy fills the silence endlinehere  festive season she turns off the fairy lights to view the stars endlinehere  missing child the distinctive cry of a fan tailed pigeon endlinehere  a vagabond on the bench covered with a nude girl on the newspaper endlinehere  just before dawn the bright moon of the computer screen endlinehere  nightfall i read the poems in braille endlinehere  first snow fall covered with maple leaves at sunrise endlinehere  first light broken blue shell under the maple endlinehere  all saints day in the field only small pumpkins are left endlinehere  december dusk a solitary pine tree all lit up endlinehere  silent phone only the ring from his teacup endlinehere  her fresh flowers his fresh grave valentines day endlinehere  valentines the mailmans steps break the ice endlinehere  rush hour closing the car window on my hair endlinehere  rainy baltimore umbrella blossoms in cafe windows endlinehere  summer solstice he remembers to lift the sea endlinehere  fresh paint a white moth circles the bug light endlinehere  noon the egret shifts from stillness to stillness endlinehere  white sun an inch of snow on the lawnmower endlinehere  harvest moon the bigger pumpkin waits for a face endlinehere  mill row every door a different color endlinehere  harsh snow a corpse at the dam endlinehere  election day a butterfly about to settle on the seesaw endlinehere  new moon my sisters voice after all this time endlinehere  steam billows from the cooling tower sunrise endlinehere  morning mist a canada goose asleep on the dock endlinehere  painting the dark side of the house solstice endlinehere  midnight the changing wind in the silver maples endlinehere  the boat crests a wave tracing my finger around an ancient stone endlinehere  urban geese voices extemporise around a sitar endlinehere  so cold a goose honks its way across the night sky endlinehere  sodium light a darker world beneath the puddles endlinehere  lockerbie the long walk from graveyard into town endlinehere  silbury hill my wife pregnant with our first child endlinehere  cold snap more than my prints on the camera endlinehere  summer haze a lone grey wolf pads south along the highway endlinehere  thrill of her flute twenty three years of our lips touching endlinehere  stilled by the stream delicate frost flowers crunch under work boots endlinehere  evening traffic caught in a low moon the herons flight endlinehere  slow falling snow the steady hand of the beggar endlinehere  june wedding cottonwood fluff in the veil endlinehere  refilling the pill box rain begins to wash the blossoms away endlinehere  august heat the sizzle of thick cut bacon endlinehere  distant thunder the smell of rain before the storm endlinehere  under the magnolia red seeds float away november rain endlinehere  april noon out come the sun and some slugs endlinehere  street garden again without leaves faded graffiti endlinehere  school bus finally round the bend lighting a cigarette endlinehere  rubber boots looking for the next deeper puddle endlinehere  rain clouds basking in the light of an ikea lamp endlinehere  day of the oscars in the spring sun i plant onions endlinehere  november clouds hearing of my sisters illness endlinehere  after the storm the wind chimes realigning endlinehere  riding down the escalator the scent of snow on damp coats endlinehere  cracking walnut there might be another universe endlinehere  around where the steppingstone ends off autumn gone endlinehere  from an old temple to an old temple autumn wind endlinehere  hundreds of gentians blooming class reunion endlinehere  typhoon passed one watering can in the sandbox endlinehere  typhoon passed comes the local circus endlinehere  red dragonflies gather around the blind person endlinehere  eclipse the sudden darkness of her eyes endlinehere  rivulets on a foggy window the cancers spread endlinehere  first christmas a tiny new stocking joins the family endlinehere  moonlight babys cheek at breast endlinehere  early spring everything dripping endlinehere  quitting time the smell of rain in the lobby endlinehere  waves slowly cresting towards shore a faint moon endlinehere  rainy bridge the river flowing faster endlinehere  spring breeze the balconys shadows on my book endlinehere  winter drizzle all the passing faces look into the cafe endlinehere  dwindling bonfire a shooting star near orion endlinehere  cold night a plane blinks through orions bow endlinehere  late night at the office an exit sign floats next to the moon endlinehere  dark tree silhouettes low on the horizon orion rises endlinehere  earthquake night tokyoites walking home the long friday endlinehere  back to my hometown blooming with a sweet scent moms oriental lilies endlinehere  thunder rolling thinking of my daughter at the campsite endlinehere  frozen blueberries in a bowl of yogurt by the fireside endlinehere  traffic jam melting snow runs on the windshield endlinehere  a sunny day pink haze of the cherry blossoms over the hill endlinehere  the old temple a snake on the stone step crawling away endlinehere  a shower of falling sparks neighbors wish a good year endlinehere  after the rain red carpet under the persimmon tree endlinehere  typhoon warning a farmer on the path between the rice fields endlinehere  the farmer lady a few daffodils in a basket of white radish endlinehere  a new years bonfire misty rain on the embers endlinehere  scent of lilies orange pollen on my white sweater endlinehere  crisp morning air a bird left his feather at my window endlinehere  muggy night a lizard on the window screen motionless endlinehere  summer night breeze each wish on bamboo branches endlinehere  rain clouds fragrance of sweet basil endlinehere  hunters moon the end of the path darker endlinehere  after the guests leave the lilies open endlinehere  grey sky a monarch butterfly lost in autumn endlinehere  frost on the spent firework casing new years day endlinehere  winter park white wings and blue lights flashing endlinehere  photo archive the ice skaters grins frozen in time endlinehere  a wasp struggling in the web last apples endlinehere  clematis climbing climbing through the climbing rose endlinehere  fifteen elephants after the storm the cockerels waking endlinehere  anti social behaviour all night the wind kicks a can around endlinehere  day long weeding the last dandelion under my bench endlinehere  lazy rain the solitary blackbirds dawn chorus endlinehere  last light on the allotment the glow of a fag dimp endlinehere  crushed shell in the morning light the snails last movements endlinehere  leading deeper into the woods just birdsong endlinehere  elevator an exs scent hanging endlinehere  returning from night shift my neighbour and his cat endlinehere  the old barn wall with every missing brick a swallows nest endlinehere  frosty morning the steam rising from roofs and my african coffee endlinehere  recycled with each bottle the same resolution endlinehere  morning mizzle the screech of a gull far from the sea endlinehere  tinted windows through the gap his fingers wriggle thanks endlinehere  approaching storm even the gate has lost its squeak endlinehere  april nd the snow still lying endlinehere  two dog walkers meet two conversations endlinehere  the broken panes of the old greenhouse still the new shoots endlinehere  school fair on the firemans helmet a faint smell of smoke endlinehere  frozen dawn the runner recovering in his own steam endlinehere  morning rush hour at the side of the road wild damsons endlinehere  caruso recording the gramophone crackle lights the fires in his eye endlinehere  the police car slows suburban foxes looting from bins endlinehere  restless across the summer night siren upon siren endlinehere  still the spent fireworks cordite smell nest of serpents endlinehere  the name i didnt want to see bitter coffee endlinehere  airborne again the roadkills feathers endlinehere  road trip at the end of the argument a patch of blue endlinehere  the heather still in bloom we take mum the long way back to the hospice endlinehere  chuntering at something the blackbird on the fence post election day endlinehere  weaving its way through the rush hour traffic a white butterfly endlinehere  bringing only silence the storm clouds weight endlinehere  roadside memorial the faded plastic windmills still racing endlinehere  two minutes silence the shifting light of a windy day endlinehere  sea mist watching the seal watching me endlinehere  looking at the mirrors reflection is that really you endlinehere  riverside promenade seniors stroll through falling leaves endlinehere  empty eyes gaze at a poppy field journeys end endlinehere  a layer of ice forms on the red sleigh february rains endlinehere  high tide feeling the moons pull in the waves endlinehere  january freeze koi chase each other above the television endlinehere  groundhog day sharing a sausage with friends endlinehere  autumn seabreeze a film of salt forms on his glasses endlinehere  grey morning a whale on the beach lies shrouded in fog endlinehere  beyond blossoms under the cherry tree white snow cover endlinehere  new widescreen tv watching junk in high definition endlinehere  winter days end a bowl of brown rice miso warm in the hands endlinehere  december warm spell the neighborhood snowmen are all plastic endlinehere  frosty meadow another dawn reaches across endlinehere  between sips reading a book about sake endlinehere  her piano playing comes to an end sounds of autumn hail endlinehere  first snowfall the dogs legs have become shorter endlinehere  first snowfall here is a christmas card to be mailed last year endlinehere  at a desk i write this ku endlinehere  a bluejay takes flight the neighbours car needs washing endlinehere  in the back alley school kids puffing away in the shadow of a chimney endlinehere  clothes dried on the line a spring morning still in the folds endlinehere  between the swelling sound of crickets pressing heat endlinehere  spring showers i peel a red onion in running water endlinehere  river walk the scent of lilacs and fresh tar endlinehere  our new home neglected in and out but for white lilacs endlinehere  at the lumber mill only the river noises and the wind endlinehere  moss covered church creeping through the open door the warmth of may endlinehere  crackling in the air on a frigid afternoon tea and ginger snaps endlinehere  ripe wheat fields listening to the swoosh swoosh as rain clouds approach endlinehere  dinner at sunset rainbow bubbles on the koi pond endlinehere  neighbors shouting from the wild grapes multiple bird calls endlinehere  field of dandelions thousands of wishes going unused endlinehere  my umbrella flipped in the wind uncertain days endlinehere  masons at work creeping along the stone wall afternoon fog endlinehere  death of a friend more leaves turning brown endlinehere  white sheets on the line slow motion clouds in the summer sky endlinehere  wild roses the iron trellis tilts to one side endlinehere  spring dawn with the returning geese my mind takes flight endlinehere  the old town even now the rough stones soak up the warmth endlinehere  early morning walk reaching through the mist for wild berries endlinehere  a walk to the beach the asphalt road changes to sand endlinehere  morning mist we follow the scent of slow moving cows endlinehere  bird song pulling me out of a dream first day of spring endlinehere  haiku group the discussion stops for a robin endlinehere  bus stop the winter dance of cold feet endlinehere  fresh snow beginning the new year with a clean slate endlinehere  party over the snap crackle of logs in an empty room endlinehere  tea in china cups the wet afternoon perfumed with tangerine peels endlinehere  the heat wave broken morning coffee sweetened with a cool breeze endlinehere  cold sunshine the stray orange cat tucked into itself endlinehere  sleety rain flowered umbrellas sold out endlinehere  summer reading the dot of an i moves down the page endlinehere  drifting from somewhere pear blossoms endlinehere  a curve in the road looking for lilacs in the wind endlinehere  the rain over even with eyes shut i know its spring endlinehere  gray and cold a hothouse bouquet for his widow endlinehere  incoming fog a forgotten memory comes in flashes endlinehere  from an open barn the odor of hay and manure and climbing roses endlinehere  plot plop on the road cars follow the cow trail to the milking barn endlinehere  moon gazing fogging up the cold window with my breath endlinehere  snowy afternoon a slow accumulation of desire endlinehere  stacking stones for a garden wall the weight of their age endlinehere  bouquets of lilacs the last bunch fills a milk bottle endlinehere  twilight rain the scent of lilacs through the window endlinehere  dead heading lilacs the fragrance lingers in memory endlinehere  april warmth a new crop of dandelions since yesterday endlinehere  an ant in my bed for the two of us not enough room endlinehere  a shift in the wind all my neighnbors leaves are now mine endlinehere  morning fog a watercolor wash of maple gold endlinehere  sleety rain waiting on the embers before bed endlinehere  hurricane irene in the semi darkness a cold breakfast endlinehere  heavy time slowly ticking the minutes hurricane irene endlinehere  fourth of july watching fireflies on the lawn endlinehere  between morning chores i open the door lilacs in the rain endlinehere  all day long the rhythmic beat of melting ice endlinehere  blank date book the gray afternoon turns to white endlinehere  sleet and rain stirring extra sugar into hot mush endlinehere  tree trimming we listen to the music of soft rain endlinehere  early autumn the sound of falling water is cold endlinehere  at the lawn concert lighting one spot at a time fireflies endlinehere  cricket in the house if only we shared the same bedtime endlinehere  the thanksgiving meal after eating the talk slows down endlinehere  black out the holiday glow of fireflies endlinehere  black out in my neighbors house a room to room glow endlinehere  a rippled moon in the pond a sinking stone endlinehere  after bombing ruins of the bridge linked by fog endlinehere  a pebble sinks into its silence river dusk endlinehere  a flurry of snow in the light of a street lamp a man asks for change endlinehere  lighting the room candle by candle a winter evening endlinehere  crocus breeze my dying mothers words come back to me endlinehere  sudden downpour the memory of a butterfly washed away endlinehere  from one year to another the same moon endlinehere  day moon the distance between us full of silence endlinehere  new moon blue shadows in grey light and week old snow endlinehere  yellow walnut leaves slowly appear on the lawn early morning light endlinehere  the mulberry one brief smell of cut wood in two hours work endlinehere  homebound ferry thoughts zigzagging with the terns endlinehere  the tall corns shadow stretched across the grave yard coming of autumn endlinehere  eye to eye with a flight of geese lingering heat endlinehere  cicada song all through the twilight the moon also rises endlinehere  strong wind little snow scraps and notes ive neglected to throw away endlinehere  the tang of hot tar carried on a breeze summers end endlinehere  summer clouds not enough paint to hide the graffiti endlinehere  rabbit and the hawk an awful truth stains the fresh snow red endlinehere  medicine wheels cairns of field stone appear in the cold spring fog endlinehere  shoots of green grain old abandoned houses stand along the highway endlinehere  through autumns dusk the computer wanes and hums one hundred crows endlinehere  autumn deepens we gather the few remaining seeds endlinehere  an aroma of green walnuts summer dusk endlinehere  degree heat country western music from the asian bar endlinehere  reaching for a new found warmth sweet rhubarb cake endlinehere  shes found the gate in the wall of willows sunlight of spring endlinehere  distant voices a thin crust of ice lingers on snow endlinehere  long ago i threw your letters away footprints in snow endlinehere  afraid of a boy with an old mans eyes needles of frost endlinehere  the best lies have the fewest details cold half moon endlinehere  dull in a crescents light a canoe rests on the roof autumn flood endlinehere  a few leaves remain at the ends of the branch a brittle moon endlinehere  sunflower the day passing slowly endlinehere  august moon countless raindrops to measure the length of the day endlinehere  moon phase the welfare check comes on the fifth endlinehere  rose petals fallen on bare earth evening rain endlinehere  the wasp trapped between panes of glass first spring light endlinehere  a hazy moon floats in my cup white sake endlinehere  temperature rising thunderstorms and traffic noise through the north window endlinehere  homeless pushing a cart along commerce avenue endlinehere  a line of coal cars viewed from the railroad bridge returning chill endlinehere  icicles melting another drunk pisses in my alley endlinehere  taking a bite from a bitter orange january thaw endlinehere  christmas night the little corner store last to close endlinehere  evening thunder a homeless man comforts his dog endlinehere  city sunrise these old buildings cast long shadows endlinehere  what day is this the metronome gathers dust in the corner endlinehere  th of july hotter than a firecracker endlinehere  no work today a carpenter ant wanders aimlessly endlinehere  garage sale customers discuss philosophy endlinehere  garage sale tales of power for half price endlinehere  taiko drummers listening to silence between the beats endlinehere  no moon no stars just dull light from the city summer haze endlinehere  lost on wildwood road water lilies directionless endlinehere  suddenly the toads go quiet rain begins endlinehere  long dry grass bristles underfoot iced tea endlinehere  firecrackers far off in the distance pepper on my tongue endlinehere  between the drone of lawnmowers a scent of rain endlinehere  returning chill dissonate melodies from the ice cream truck endlinehere  waiting for the moon before departing ducks on the roof endlinehere  the parks spring overflowing with sun home from night shift endlinehere  night shift still i put on some make up to lighten my darkness endlinehere  green rimmed eye a glimmer of youth buried in the fading iris endlinehere  muddy grave the rich scent of roses so red endlinehere  full moon the bride tells me it was forced endlinehere  fridge magnet snack after snack wasting away endlinehere  advanced parkinsonism she wipes his dribbling saliva remembers his kisses endlinehere  half moon first day of the sales in oxford street endlinehere  gale force wind dandelion seeds in ocean depth endlinehere  old barn the swallows nests long abandonned endlinehere  eids sale the sikh shopkeeper opens later than usual endlinehere  so round the moon this end of july the caesarian section of the green cafes landlady endlinehere  wild foehn another murder goes unsolved endlinehere  mango flavoured tea in a silver tin departing guests linger a while endlinehere  oh moon moon above so much powdery snow father is still ill endlinehere  a mcdo box floats towards the fountain insect on board endlinehere  first snow the asylum seeker thoughts on the land endlinehere  moon of the rains even longer the days still so dark endlinehere  checking dividends on the cashpoint screen to and froan ant endlinehere  roaches cockroaches heroins and cracks in pavements and minds endlinehere  a narrow boat slowly along the canal the moon endlinehere  remembrance day even the traffic pauses for minutes endlinehere  gun salute mortar fire echoes in his eyes endlinehere  dignified march veterans and peacekeepers pass the applause endlinehere  morning commute headlights fade in the whiteout endlinehere  how thin the moon the scent of lilacs grows fainter endlinehere  divorce hearing we talk about the rain endlinehere  daybreak the train graffiti drips autumn dew endlinehere  the slow drift sunbeam across an empty room endlinehere  in her eyes the end our date the moon endlinehere  in the lap of a stone buddha fresh snow endlinehere  picking up his toys still in my funeral clothes the very last time endlinehere  solitary walk at nightfall the flash of distant fireworks endlinehere  stroke of midnight the blast of foghorns along the coast endlinehere  after the rain i check the growth of each tulip endlinehere  sunday morning smells of french toast and cinnamon endlinehere  mother in laws face on the biggest pumpkin harvest moon endlinehere  untwisting the rose bud spring rain endlinehere  winter night moving the bookmark to another book endlinehere  demolition site the colors of closet walls endlinehere  this springs fragrance were it a woman id follow wherever endlinehere  sunlit helmet the young soldiers eyes invisible endlinehere  twilight a puff of smoke from a passing train endlinehere  bayou moon the lingering scent of cane whiskey endlinehere  ripened tomatoes the busy shadow of my straw hat endlinehere  up with the chickens bayou sun endlinehere  deep winter red beans one day white beans the next endlinehere  winter stars moth carcasses dot the window screen endlinehere  snowstorm another poem too wordy endlinehere  stubbled fields a fresh coat of snow on a rusted pickup endlinehere  winter wind he says my name with a sigh endlinehere  full moon a swollen tick on the sows ear endlinehere  washday gossip curtains flapping in the breeze endlinehere  october moon the shadow of a cypress dapples the headstones endlinehere  gibbous moon the swelling egg sac of a wolf spider endlinehere  summers end still a little croak left in the bullfrog endlinehere  falling leaves she tells another lie to cover the last endlinehere  pouring more coffee into the cup rain on the bayou endlinehere  a face in the nursing home window filigree moon endlinehere  heat shimmer sinking my teeth into a peach endlinehere  detox center dry curling leaves litter the doorway endlinehere  full moon the old dogs howl falls into a yawn endlinehere  falling leaves the cemetery almost full endlinehere  autumn sunset one pumpkin left in the field endlinehere  sunday bells the wide open mouths of sparrow hatchlings endlinehere  harvest moon an owl swoops into a cornfield endlinehere  wildflower bouquet taking the ladybug back outside endlinehere  rain on the bayou just enough moon to silver the ripples endlinehere  anniversary a few weeds in the rose bed endlinehere  summer winds pieces of moon through the willow endlinehere  walking the old path in secondhand shoes new moon endlinehere  the scent of sun and rain first summer peach endlinehere  ripened tomatoes the last colour of sunset endlinehere  leaden sky the weight of the dead sparrow endlinehere  a whispering among my kinfolk wind in the cypresses endlinehere  easing into a glass of merlot moonlight through the pines endlinehere  cloud with thunder the way he says whatever endlinehere  approaching storm the silence between us endlinehere  seniors dance the occasional rush of cologne endlinehere  plunging a knife into the watermelon the heat endlinehere  end of an affair the ligustrum tree no longer in bloom endlinehere  mothers day she wears her best apron to wash the dishes endlinehere  windfall apple eye to eye with the worm that found it first endlinehere  summer stars she tells a lie without blinking endlinehere  moonbeams a clump of mushrooms where the birds buried endlinehere  summer haze mothers faded notes for dewberry jam endlinehere  first blossoms three speckled eggs in the wrens nest endlinehere  spring rain my tears fall for the nestling the cat gifts me endlinehere  spring cold snap my garden spade turns up half a worm endlinehere  moving day cottonwood seeds drift past my window endlinehere  ripening cherries the cardinals wife settles deep in the nest endlinehere  wildflowers the many voices of a blue jay endlinehere  spring chill one kitten left without a nipple endlinehere  ripening apples unable to button my summer dress endlinehere  mile after mile of corral fencing wind in the clover endlinehere  passing cloud her pause before the lie endlinehere  scattered wind fragments of conversation drift from a pub endlinehere  spring buds the first batch of tadpoles in the meadow pond endlinehere  long winding road the length of our quarrel endlinehere  spring storm a small blue feather in the cats whiskers endlinehere  bedtime story scribbles of rain across the window endlinehere  evening coffee wisps of fog rise from the bayou endlinehere  the lilac in bud a cloud with storm in it swells over the bay endlinehere  endless rain without opening a crocus falls endlinehere  partly cloudy i remember the face but not the name endlinehere  whiskey moon a morning after at the bottles end endlinehere  a lake brimming with mountains trout ripple the sky endlinehere  bus window fog the heart someone left behind endlinehere  rusted gate old lilacs blooming for no one endlinehere  fly fishing a rainbow arcs across evening endlinehere  october wind sweeping cobwebs from the wood pile endlinehere  dusty knickknacks mothers whole life on one shelf endlinehere  fireworks gone orions beauty remains in the stillness endlinehere  gathering dusk outside a quayside caf fishermens lines endlinehere  new home she promises me the world in a lilac tree endlinehere  ursa major a planes navigation lights leave the system endlinehere  house clearance room by room by room my mother disappears endlinehere  rain on the river when does white become its darkest colour endlinehere  kirkstone pass a sheepdog gathers its part of the world endlinehere  mistfall the swansongs of orb spiders endlinehere  dark news the comfort of crows endlinehere  hard frost the snail hammerings of a song thrush endlinehere  family home the grain of the wood enters his hands endlinehere  sleep disorder the gas station lights keep me company endlinehere  the half truths in a well lit room midnights rain endlinehere  first morning the marks of a moth in old laundry endlinehere  a lambs cry scudding clouds over the cemetery wall endlinehere  train whistle a blackbird hops along its notes endlinehere  the moon is broken battersea power station from a train window endlinehere  valentines day my wife reads up on henry viii endlinehere  zombie debt the practised slice of a bread knife endlinehere  lullaby of rain another pinch of saffron in the pumpkin soup endlinehere  woodfire flickering in the silence corralled horses endlinehere  thunder snow the wind shifting scent of fox endlinehere  gare du nord the slow change of snow on fake fur endlinehere  fighting illness the darkness before the light of the new year endlinehere  bag of beer snail trails leave it from all directions endlinehere  sunday lunch the chatter of children among hard drinkers endlinehere  the night train passes along the mountain trail garlic snores endlinehere  the rain almost a friend this funeral endlinehere  tired new mom brown leaves falling from the green trees endlinehere  babys got two months in the forest all is new to my eyes endlinehere  curly morning clouds half round the moon and me endlinehere  my childhood room slow movements of the ladybug covered in dust endlinehere  sunny spell so sensual the necks of daffodils endlinehere  how can he love so much warm evening light on the waving dogs tail endlinehere  frosty grass the horses neck already in the sun endlinehere  april thunderstorm at the feet of the statues of queens of france flowers of chestnut trees endlinehere  october full moon on the rails hot wind endlinehere  a child scan the mutilated face sound of crate endlinehere  silence the moon breaks through the firework smoke endlinehere  another test another doctor visit long winter nights endlinehere  two moons on august th mothers birthdate endlinehere  saw grass bluebottles teeming on a white skull endlinehere  late afternoon the first cow heads to the barn endlinehere  porn shop the graying clerk reads hegel endlinehere  cold snap her pause before each tulip endlinehere  coltrane two floors upfloats out a window endlinehere  her hair brushed with moonlight forty years ago endlinehere  molten by a morning sun frozen cranes take wing one by one endlinehere  not breathing japanese cranes pausing in the snow endlinehere  a hundred thousand spectators three laureates a moth endlinehere  flooded paddies floating rice shoots relentless rain endlinehere  unmown grass in the cemetery lighting bugs endlinehere  the colour of wind through pine trees must be blue endlinehere  lighthouse above the sound silence endlinehere  cancer ward a yellow woman applies lipstick endlinehere  mother daughter lunch storm and thunder endlinehere  laundry encounter a plastic shark falls out of a bath towel endlinehere  seven samurai half the village burning while my son makes popcorn endlinehere  wild fires in the mist the ashes endlinehere  grandfathers grave just another stone for the dragonfly endlinehere  a sleepless hour first the geese then the train endlinehere  fall clock the deer by the pond an hour earlier endlinehere  morning troubles it starts with a dead cricket in the spider web endlinehere  cotton fields the only white left is the snow endlinehere  half moon moms birthday without mom endlinehere  eclipse the path of the sun blocked by billboards endlinehere  ring around the moon i remember parts of a nursery rhyme endlinehere  empty bleachers a late night fog takes the field endlinehere  butterfly on the windshield another journey incomplete endlinehere  early summer the ice cream truck makes another round endlinehere  old cottonfields a long time between snows endlinehere  harmonica player he cups the cold in his hands endlinehere  our anniversary so many candle flames in the mirror endlinehere  new gravesite the persistent taps of a woodpecker endlinehere  emergency broadcast we head for the storm cellar with a bottle of wine endlinehere  late spring each clock in the house shows a different time endlinehere  leaving home the warmth still inside my freshly ironed shirt endlinehere  gray drizzle for miles and miles this road im on endlinehere  liberty market one free pickle from the barrel endlinehere  christmas album every year he wears the same flannel shirt endlinehere  murmur of rain hard to catch the words when he talks in his sleep endlinehere  moonless night a spoonful of darkness stirring my tea endlinehere  bullfrog chorus one a little louder than the rest endlinehere  failed copy the real iris bluer than the photograph endlinehere  sad news the blur of reading through tears endlinehere  summer haze the thin gauze of her white dress endlinehere  pale legs under a white moon shivering aspen endlinehere  beach house a bit of sand in my tea endlinehere  dark lamp shade squinting her eyes in low light to read your letter endlinehere  tuesday sunrise spilling grains of sugar in my black tea endlinehere  bitter quarrel the lingering taste of too many aspirin endlinehere  last train a womans scent in a lost scarf endlinehere  cello music cold creeps under the kitchen door endlinehere  prairie motel from my window stars and fireflies endlinehere  after the wave the grade crossing rings for nobody endlinehere  ginger hair on the mud all that remains of a fox dream endlinehere  autumn storm the moth stuck at the window endlinehere  glances across the river the heron and me endlinehere  autumn night the animal cried a long time in the garden endlinehere  traffic jam high in the sky a heron flies by endlinehere  autumn storm in the computer room servers purr endlinehere  drizzle this morning islands drowned in the mist red lights of the bridge endlinehere  warm rain smells of tar dirt and snails endlinehere  a dew drop full of autumn light endlinehere  heavy leaves in the evening rain heaps of darkness endlinehere  air raid alarm traffic lights are working for no one endlinehere  persimmon tree mallards drink in its reflection endlinehere  migratory pelicans the pollster presses for an opinion endlinehere  crescent moon a young mockingbird with its one song endlinehere  fever dream a bird chirps the refrain from the latin mass endlinehere  first frost another wish goes on their list endlinehere  first frost why did i never plant evergreens endlinehere  harvest days a fat toad leaves the garden endlinehere  the coming rain bird calls echo along the creek endlinehere  early spring pallets of fertilizer on the loading dock endlinehere  steeping tea no more or less of the thin snow endlinehere  first snow a dusting of flour in the cake pans endlinehere  cinco de mayo i walk downhill to watch the moon rise again endlinehere  spring storm overripe bananas in the kitchen endlinehere  evening thunder robin calls echo across the park endlinehere  the barn doors open dry leaves sweep into the muddy yard endlinehere  passing monarchs a few leaves flutter to the road endlinehere  cicadas at twilight finally it rains endlinehere  summers end an orange sunset crayoned on the wall endlinehere  evening walk same flickering glow house to house endlinehere  between lake erie and the nuclear station fireflies endlinehere  the whole sky for the sunday painter before thunderstorm endlinehere  ancient book history of allergies sneezes endlinehere  hypermarket at the perfume counter smell of leek endlinehere  carnival met in the stairs spiderman endlinehere  broken bus shelter the top model escapes glass splinters endlinehere  armistice he polishes the lion of bronze endlinehere  restauration brought back from versailles nail in soles endlinehere  no more war two fighting beetles on a tombstone endlinehere  near the wall of the cemetery a condom endlinehere  during the vigil a withered flower on the tiled floor endlinehere  a gull gliding out of the clouds shadow suddenly white endlinehere  freight train a load of snow going south endlinehere  a chill just before the drizzle wind chime notes endlinehere  rail track amidst the corn fields bisected infinity endlinehere  chasing bubbles near the floating moon a paper boat endlinehere  dusty haze at the sunrise time a yellow rose endlinehere  daylight in the winter haze a faint birdsong endlinehere  morning fog my new dahlias too look so faded endlinehere  apple slices our last words in the knifes blade endlinehere  the new millenium brought to my window two new icycles endlinehere  concert under the stars a drop of sweat lost in her dcolletage endlinehere  apple harvest how my hands have ripened endlinehere  autumn melancholy the click of mahjong tiles from the computer endlinehere  may clouds new names and dates in the family book endlinehere  apricot blossoms the birth of our first granddaughter endlinehere  blades of grass between the flagstones easter afternoon endlinehere  monday moon the bent backs of rice farmers endlinehere  spring morning finding an old flame on facebook endlinehere  summer traffic four cars a tractor and the full moon endlinehere  winter night too many stars above gaza endlinehere  wall to wall clouds and the hum of flies summer dust endlinehere  dead end road at the edge of the field a new born calf endlinehere  harvest moon the sound of women pounding rice endlinehere  winter evening a teacup of mint and moon endlinehere  half moon on the river the sound of cracking ice endlinehere  falling snow she brings his urn closer to the window endlinehere  attractive even in red an oak leaf endlinehere  autumn mist what is she doing now my mother endlinehere  september rain unaware of any pain a peach falls endlinehere  old temple but all my prayers are new endlinehere  murmurings in the old temple summer wind endlinehere  summer rain drinking tea to the cadence of falling leaves endlinehere  warm afternoon a fly with nowhere to go endlinehere  flat moon an aspirine tablet and a glass of water endlinehere  the teacup as empty as my evening endlinehere  a teacup to fill my afternoon endlinehere  my day measured out in teaspoons endlinehere  november moon the last ball of cheese in the fridge endlinehere  those stars no more fish in the bay endlinehere  harvest moon i gather my thoughts for winter endlinehere  first spring snow i release my soul in my first yoga class endlinehere  free floating a tide full of shell fragments and fireworks endlinehere  morning glories find their way to the sun on barbed wire endlinehere  at half mast a butterfly passes by the still flag endlinehere  empty sky she turns love letters into wings endlinehere  in winters wind the call of a friend who now has cancer endlinehere  sunrise the orange glow of birdsong endlinehere  the old quarry blooms fire weed out of rubble endlinehere  sheltered from the wind in granite fissures coltsfoot endlinehere  isolation the hawthorn tree flowers in silence endlinehere  night rain the steady drip of morphine endlinehere  blossom the sound of birdsong fills the silence endlinehere  honeysuckle breeze someone honks when the light turns green endlinehere  i wake beside my daughters sick bed a howling dog endlinehere  night of meteorites enjoying the sound of rain instead endlinehere  winter window closed to the cold purple orchid endlinehere  tonights light rainfall wraps me in soft silence on my short walk home endlinehere  no wind in the wheat autumn equinox endlinehere  my same walk in reverse autumn equinox endlinehere  biking downhill an amish girl with bonnet straps clenched in her teeth endlinehere  good friday digging a grave for this seed endlinehere  tea for one the prolonged scream of the kettle endlinehere  valentines day a stock girl takes home the petal less orchid endlinehere  the washing machine wobbles across the room winter solstice endlinehere  only one side of the conversation cemetery walk endlinehere  a letter addressed to whom it may concern cold moon endlinehere  answers just not easy ones fall leaves endlinehere  autumn equinox laying her husband to rest beside his first wife endlinehere  just a thin slice thanksgiving moon endlinehere  summer solstice at the end of the snail trail the end of the snail endlinehere  moonlight kiss how long it takes to notice the rain endlinehere  mothers day three bouquets of emoji roses endlinehere  weaving through traffic two white butterflies endlinehere  jury break we free hollyhock seeds in the courthouse garden endlinehere  morning sun a constellation of holes in the rhubarb leaf endlinehere  autumn equinox the snap of a plumb line endlinehere  forest bathing the scent of her wildflower shampoo endlinehere  field of poppies a light breeze fans the flames endlinehere  heavy air the mango tree thick with iguanas endlinehere  book group the cat chooses my lap endlinehere  perseids soft thuds here and there in the orchard endlinehere  gurgles through the baby monitor first fireflies endlinehere  honeysuckle breeze in a circle of lowing the newborn calf endlinehere  back from the sea this familiar rain endlinehere  family photo the blur of the dogs tail endlinehere  snow cover the remaining panels of a greenhouse endlinehere  new moon the thud of a walnut endlinehere  perseids somewhere a cow calls for her calf endlinehere  summer solstice unrolling dust with the blinds endlinehere  just beyond the candles reach fireflies endlinehere  miles this plum blossom on my windshield endlinehere  winter solstice the reverse side of the needlepoint endlinehere  quietly joining the conversation prairie stars endlinehere  painted clouds the pause before answering fine endlinehere  after the stroke only half a smile endlinehere  crossroads a spiderweb spans both signs endlinehere  open window the promise of purple clover endlinehere  punctuating a moonless night the cries of geese endlinehere  after our quarrel the frog resumes his croaking endlinehere  leap day sitting on my suitcase i make it fit endlinehere  after the kite festival stars endlinehere  poetry workshop men compare fountain pens endlinehere  ides of march celebrating the return of buzzards endlinehere  ice cream truck they abandon their castle to the tide endlinehere  nothing but a dumpster and that brilliant azalea blooming beside it endlinehere  slowly day to dusk fragrance of lilacs endlinehere  factory whistle near freight tracks the night shift endlinehere  just cold enough for puddles to freeze cubist moon endlinehere  end of the line railway carriage rusting on the tracks endlinehere  fitful sleep a single bark in the dark then silence endlinehere  distant thunder white curtains billow in the dusk endlinehere  they disregard the no trespassing sign violets endlinehere  so much bigger than its bottle essence of lavender endlinehere  pond at dusk frogs and blackbirds in conversation endlinehere  childs paintbox every color untouched except blue endlinehere  radio dial trying to find my youth endlinehere  in the attic an antique scale weighing dust endlinehere  middle of winter the fresh scent of clean laundry endlinehere  early autumn a round orange leaf curled on the pavement endlinehere  foggy morning blazing with bittersweet the cemetery wall endlinehere  leaden clouds the way the bare trees support them endlinehere  a whiff of distant coppertone sea breeze endlinehere  writing i love you in the pollen dust on her windshield endlinehere  even the memory of winter is melted blazing summer day endlinehere  empty lot and still those tulips where once was a garden endlinehere  summer solstice the sun reaches the cobwebs in the corner endlinehere  pointing every which way cut tulips endlinehere  riverside wedding the flower girl picks a dandelion endlinehere  terrassengrten from a quiet corner the sound of a zither endlinehere  from nowhere to nowhere bridge in fog endlinehere  saffron smudges in the evening sky birdsong endlinehere  examinations blank sheets as students observe the falling leaves endlinehere  marble moon the staccato of high heels at rush hour endlinehere  sampling my husbands home made wine autumn evening endlinehere  stuck in traffic dreaming of the monsoon in a far away land endlinehere  at the window the drumming of rain i catch up on sleep endlinehere  this morning the sun a fried egg on a plate of blue china endlinehere  doves on the tv antenna war on tv endlinehere  chirping birds the instant i press the stop button endlinehere  new year a magpie turns over an old leaf endlinehere  too soon the darkness your last words lingering in mist endlinehere  moon and mist night settles into silence and white breath endlinehere  my dead mothers voice on the answering machine again and again endlinehere  summer sunset the slow glide of a heron into shadows endlinehere  young girls in fog the fleet movement of hands fluffing tobacco endlinehere  chechnya blackened bones and ashes smouldering endlinehere  new leaves pattered by rain cardinal song endlinehere  first bright day a daffodil left in an open book endlinehere  early spring an urge to wear pink lipstick endlinehere  painted eggs the promises you made endlinehere  first date the slow dance of tulips in a vase endlinehere  a plate of pancakes glistening with syrup spring moon endlinehere  knitting on a beach one blue wave laps over another endlinehere  long winter night i show him my scar in the shape of the moon endlinehere  unkind words the sudden tightening of mussel shells endlinehere  heavy rain finally he comes clean about the lie endlinehere  in a pile of old rubbish how the rain gathers the sky endlinehere  deep winter reading a dead friends book on alchemy endlinehere  both feet slide into the sky frozen pavement endlinehere  milky way over a neolithic dig the length of a breath endlinehere  deep into city streets the call of seagulls endlinehere  deep inside the iris summer rain endlinehere  wet hair drying on a summer night scent of the sea endlinehere  deleting my pregnancy app autumn rain endlinehere  a girl at twilight with a white balloon moonrise endlinehere  in the hammock where we lay all summer fallen leaves endlinehere  southend on sea freshly fried chips on the salt air endlinehere  moss softens the wings of stone angels endlinehere  the silence between us filled with sunlight endlinehere  moon on the wane the sound of wings at dusk endlinehere  desert dream the sound of foghorns on the solent endlinehere  ageing skin the warmth and softness of a baked apple endlinehere  open windows all the contrails feathering endlinehere  spring clarity the local pub reveals its old name endlinehere  poetry books banished to the bathroom spring cleaning endlinehere  solar flare spring moon half hidden in the clouds endlinehere  february rain the word spring on the scrabble board endlinehere  february wind the word crocus on the scrabble board endlinehere  sudden rainstorm my place in another world kept by a bookmark endlinehere  satie the rain eases endlinehere  chinese market a row of small gold buddhas share a smile endlinehere  pension plans the slow drone of a plane coming in to land endlinehere  strategic plan the sound of distant foghorns endlinehere  light rain water workers dig a hole in the road endlinehere  february sun a street light still on in the daytime endlinehere  the smell of varnish lingers in the hall like winter endlinehere  valentines day recycling old gold endlinehere  grey day the only bright spot a red traffic light endlinehere  cold rain the greengrocer stacks cabbages on cabbages endlinehere  a window frames the whole free world in one white gull endlinehere  between the prime ministers words birdsong endlinehere  new year fireworks in a misty sky endlinehere  late summer graffiti overgrown with ivy endlinehere  a drop of ink tadpoles wriggle on the waters surface endlinehere  spring storm the grey dawn briefly luminous endlinehere  atop the high wall the intertwining of barbed wire roses endlinehere  after brief rain petrol rainbows appear on the tarmac endlinehere  mist and rain from the dark church we walk into light endlinehere  uphill country walk on the verge wild plants thriving in a carrier bag endlinehere  fading light with its own tiny rainbow the lakes fountain endlinehere  recycling point one bins slot is sealed with a spiders web endlinehere  after warm rain by the river the scent of garlic earth endlinehere  after the storm stuck to the window two leaves side by side endlinehere  concert in full flow mingling with the music the smell of cooking endlinehere  washing up done through netted windows a fading sunset endlinehere  a ladder leans into the scent of apples orchard fog endlinehere  brewing storm how the clouds stir in my coffee endlinehere  skin mapping the familiar constellations on his back endlinehere  only the glow of a paper lantern new moon endlinehere  alighting on the edge of night barn owl endlinehere  brussel sprouts only the bitterness left on our table endlinehere  a touch of bluegrass spring endlinehere  the noir of a beetles carapace passing rain endlinehere  bobble and bounce of the last marshmallow hot cocoa endlinehere  cutting flowers a honeybee lingers in the empty space endlinehere  the first scent of pink jasmine open book endlinehere  wet wooly mittens drying by the hearth side the smell of wet sheep endlinehere  the rhythmic lift of her childbearing hips high tide endlinehere  another way out a backdoor slammin in the wind endlinehere  beware of dog only the wildest flowers go in there endlinehere  the visual feast of the first plum blossom hunger moon endlinehere  left behind his scent of aftershave on my cheek endlinehere  wolf call in the distance ice moon endlinehere  the hollow sound of sacred earth landing six feet below endlinehere  winter wind a cradlesong sung in an ancient tongue endlinehere  sun tea darkens bees in the hollyhocks all afternoon endlinehere  mud spattered pickup four dogs watch the tavern door endlinehere  spring fever my heartbeat quickens through the avalanche zone endlinehere  spring morning the urge to skip and the wisdom not to endlinehere  power outage hoarfrosted pines shimmer in moonlight endlinehere  rumble of thunder slicing just picked peaches for the pie endlinehere  spring fever my pockets full of old grocery lists endlinehere  spring rain i read his letters one last time endlinehere  the familiar wail of a common loon your empty chair endlinehere  thanksgiving evening the call of wild ducks out on the bay endlinehere  drumming rain a patchwork of dreams just before waking endlinehere  the trail narrows every shadow a possible bear endlinehere  lingering grief calls of southbound geese through misty rain endlinehere  lingering light through the willows scent of rain endlinehere  obsidian night the white sound of rain endlinehere  a steady drizzle all day the weight of things unsaid endlinehere  sleet ticking windows the chemo drip in its last hour endlinehere  evening shadows on the walls of the alamo graffiti endlinehere  dusty knickknacks i try to recall the scent of burning leaves endlinehere  midsummer morning the boats gentle tug at the anchor endlinehere  an old woman with a lost look in her eyes chilled wind endlinehere  woodsmoke and fog along the river bank three trails meet endlinehere  searchers call the lost childs name streetlamps veiled with rain endlinehere  journeys end far off in the blue distance dark clouds endlinehere  ice moon a berry branch forced into bloom endlinehere  avalanche warning how very still this winter night endlinehere  our dusty truck an amish man walks barefoot across the village green endlinehere  that long ago kiss and still orion strides the winter sky endlinehere  bitter cold we dont chase the lone crow from the sparrows food endlinehere  deepening snow she leaves our atlas open to her homeland endlinehere  warmed over coffee the gray gray sound of winter rain endlinehere  am through sounds of winter rain the mail plane landing endlinehere  no wind tonight across this reach of prairie all those stars endlinehere  sipping fresh cider both dippers among the far stars endlinehere  cool morning at the top of the rise deer pass in the fog endlinehere  meditation room books of wisdom lean left and right endlinehere  turning north sand from both oceans in little jars endlinehere  nearly so many mountains around me still unclimbed endlinehere  a b thunders over the bay blue heron lifting endlinehere  sentinels of spring kites bobbing for attention in saucy march winds endlinehere  the crowd holding blossoms thunder endlinehere  sifting shadows with remnants of rain endlinehere  stars falling from the sky autumn moon endlinehere  making pancakes between whispers morning mist endlinehere  humid morning words dangle from her lips endlinehere  humid night the darkness between your thighs endlinehere  upstairs swathed in neon the scent of jasmine endlinehere  lanternless night a whisper passing through leaves endlinehere  a slower moon this evening the cold endlinehere  autumn depths a mole dreaming of darkness endlinehere  the egg seller her cracked hands speak of winter endlinehere  high noon young girls harvest rice from a mirror endlinehere  early spring young women collecting peach blossoms endlinehere  after midnight a shooting star beneath the wharf endlinehere  mid summer she shares with me a ripe melon endlinehere  no longer a mirror this lake chasing geese into darkness endlinehere  almost summer eating an especially ripe mango endlinehere  gusts of wind dancing together under a harvest moon endlinehere  the fullness of ripe melons this summer moon endlinehere  summer leaves remembering mothers dry skin endlinehere  a mountain the stone buddha and cold food endlinehere  daybreak your kiss on the lip of a coffee cup endlinehere  the full moon and a rice field planted with stars endlinehere  day moon a paper lantern floating down river endlinehere  kissing you under a paper moon the stars endlinehere  cool morning your smile pasted on a coffee cup endlinehere  a monkey listens to his own breath autumn rain endlinehere  watching my wifes ashes float by autumn moon endlinehere  memories of you in rice field shadows september moon endlinehere  incoming tide your breasts rise and fall endlinehere  humid morning planting rice in a field of mirrors endlinehere  your reflection floating in a tea cup too hot to drink endlinehere  harvest moon a new song in the rice field endlinehere  a laborer sowing dreams in a field of stars endlinehere  come morning fish scales and the letter you didnt send endlinehere  laborers sink into the rice field autumn dusk endlinehere  lanternless night a woman too old to dream endlinehere  morning haze a post office clerk opening letters endlinehere  morning twilight the rice field in her eyes endlinehere  sunday morning her shadow on a clothesline endlinehere  harvest moon a shadow sorting laundry endlinehere  passing dreams the night scented with laundry soap endlinehere  a cockroach in my rice bowl unaware of dawn endlinehere  autumn cool wondering what an ant thinks about after work endlinehere  in the clouds a fish i havent seen before endlinehere  ah crickets the neighbors ceased playing mahjong endlinehere  summer rain the mountain sinks into a rice field endlinehere  high noon fish in the marketplace gasping for water endlinehere  the stillness of a moth that didnt reach the moon endlinehere  petals pressed between pages of a book i never read endlinehere  short night thoughts of you and a paper thin moon endlinehere  speaking to her ashes between summer moons endlinehere  humid day her t shirt refuses to dry endlinehere  day moon her skin a half shade lighter endlinehere  memories of her floating in a leftover cup of tea endlinehere  summer grass my mothers rice paper skin endlinehere  moonless night remembering her small breasts endlinehere  twilight watching my shadow float downriver endlinehere  sipping more than just tea the moon in passing endlinehere  eyeing the apple at buddhas feet endlinehere  the farmer planting corn under a pregnant moon endlinehere  drunk tonight an elixir of cherry blossoms and moonlight endlinehere  his shadow passes me by the charcoal seller endlinehere  the potters fingers wet with clay first rain endlinehere  saying the rosary a laborer planting rice endlinehere  rainy night her phone number in my wallet endlinehere  cold night the clink of bottles in a grocery cart endlinehere  contemplating nightfall the stone buddha endlinehere  the offering in front of the stone buddha eaten by cats endlinehere  between two rivers the echo of his mallet endlinehere  sunday afternoon a steam train pushes back the fog endlinehere  eating rice how many stars are in the sky endlinehere  falling leaves a trail of clothing leads to the bed endlinehere  biting his nails a little boy watches the outgoing tide endlinehere  cold night my reflection sipping coffee endlinehere  moon viewing warming my hands with a cup of coffee endlinehere  all hallows eve stars paint the cemetery ground endlinehere  all saints day spent candles in the cemetery endlinehere  dark clouds a student drawing with charcoal endlinehere  egrets plucking shadows at dusk endlinehere  fading this autumn night the herons legs endlinehere  sculpting clay the potter at dawn endlinehere  master wind sweeping the temple zealously endlinehere  house cleaning the forest fire at dawn endlinehere  metal birds fly south to the forest fire endlinehere  even my pee stays inside this cold winter night endlinehere  snowfall a milk mustache on my daughters face endlinehere  geese honking children in the bathtub playing endlinehere  lakeside below the egret a city of lights endlinehere  thousands of miles away her first birthday fresh mango endlinehere  swimming across the moonlit sky a gray carp endlinehere  half moon darkness drinking from an alabaster teacup endlinehere  floating down river an egrets shadow endlinehere  dried wheat grass a bleached blond combing her hair endlinehere  no stars in the sky tonight hungry carp endlinehere  burning leaves this foggy evening two kinds of smoke endlinehere  waiting for winter eating rice balls under a full moon endlinehere  scooping steamed rice the laborer at sundown endlinehere  windswept afternoon tea scent on my tongue endlinehere  thank you mango for a moment i was somewhere else endlinehere  passing cars replace sheep this sleepless night endlinehere  reoccurrence of cancer no spring this year endlinehere  along the tracks in the dark to where the candles are endlinehere  returning light a robin sings and sings endlinehere  hospice window the roar of the spring tide receding endlinehere  only the winter chrysanthemums remain morning moon endlinehere  the red cap of a green woodpecker first flakes of snow endlinehere  how else to know the shape of the breeze dancing blossoms endlinehere  winter solstice each day the boys smile wider endlinehere  news of his death the winter jasmine wreathed in mist endlinehere  season of mists a calling of wild geese arrows south endlinehere  amber leaves caught between for sale and sold endlinehere  old manor house each empty room has its own echo endlinehere  slender grasses and warm summer rain touching the buddha endlinehere  into dusk the white rose still whiter endlinehere  heat lightning the first drop of sweat on her chin endlinehere  morning mist green tips of onions cracking the soil endlinehere  equinox the double ferris wheel across the lake endlinehere  through a train window the blurs of lifetimes on walls of graffiti endlinehere  pre dawn silence a greyhound bus shifts gears endlinehere  hard freeze lingering steam from a new born calf endlinehere  becoming dusk rooftop to treetop the echo of crows endlinehere  night bus stop the plop of a styrofoam cup and swirl of coffee endlinehere  lengthening days even the morning glory a shade bluer endlinehere  long afternoon the occasional tapping of a screen door endlinehere  cold foggy night only the echo of a buoys bell endlinehere  gathering dusk with each swell of sea a buoy dips deeper endlinehere  shouldering coals the rattle of blue crabs in a metal bucket endlinehere  sun blaze the flash of chrome outside a biker bar endlinehere  wisp of clouds the slow spiral of cream in my espresso endlinehere  almost dusk the zigzag flight of linked dragonflies endlinehere  dusk fireflies leading the way to the car door endlinehere  long drive home grass poking through fresh fallen snow endlinehere  rushing to work seeing frozen new leaves on the rose bush endlinehere  morning paper twice the colored ad inserts as the news endlinehere  packing up house boxes of broken dreams filling the dumpster endlinehere  driving home full moon dancing in puddles endlinehere  at the hotel plugging in my laptop for a touch of home endlinehere  through the window five minutes between projects watching the pansies dancing endlinehere  scent of rain all the ways we failed each other endlinehere  spring rain the dogwood half petals half leaves endlinehere  hunger moon how bittersweet this longing endlinehere  a fallen leaf brushes the corner of your grave stone endlinehere  autumn chill the fallen leafs veins tinged a deeper hue endlinehere  day lilies the dormant spark of death within me endlinehere  despite the foreclosure sign daffodills endlinehere  freezing rain the words i cannot take back endlinehere  deep winter igniting the match with a lit candle endlinehere  cold rain the persistent warmth of your kiss endlinehere  thanksgiving a new seat at the table endlinehere  autumn wind knowing what you will say next endlinehere  maple in full flame becoming at last myself endlinehere  chrysanthemum moon the way you open me endlinehere  leaf after leaf falls the way your laugh makes me laugh endlinehere  mackerel sky first gold leaves spangle the maple endlinehere  cricket song my longing too unanswered endlinehere  mosquito and i blood brothers endlinehere  cloud watching the reunion of pangaea endlinehere  eclipse the taste of goodbye in your kiss endlinehere  this old fight knowing both our parts thunder moon endlinehere  lingering dusk the silence between us says it all endlinehere  lovers quarrel the tea kettle silenced endlinehere  summer day clover bending with the bees weight endlinehere  ceiling fan the whirl of my thoughts endlinehere  sego lilies the trail dissolves into wildflowers endlinehere  as if yesterday your twenty year old body wild strawberries endlinehere  yellowed envelope holding your golden curls spring cleaning endlinehere  zazen attempting to awaken i fall asleep endlinehere  a robins beak pierces its shell earth day endlinehere  twilight portrait of a child that will never age endlinehere  untimely death watching dust fall through suns rays endlinehere  veil of spring rain the anniversary of my divorce endlinehere  cloudless sky all the things i dont know endlinehere  ash wednesday light rain from the cloud smudged sky endlinehere  first crocus the oncologist says no hope endlinehere  terminal cancer the contrails end midair endlinehere  from my window a maples lichened trunk the only green endlinehere  starless night my daughter delivered home by a policeman endlinehere  valentines day thin ice covers the pond endlinehere  biting the peel a burst of orange mist firelight endlinehere  first snow all the shades of white endlinehere  solstice sipping a stronger brew in the waning light endlinehere  year end bank statement reusing the tea bag for a second cup endlinehere  winter night the chill of moonlight on my skin endlinehere  rain turns to sleet grounding my daughter our shared tears endlinehere  winter in the wind no cake for this candle lit in memoriam endlinehere  all saints day from the corner of my eye someone no one endlinehere  cold rain a maple leaf floats in the water basin endlinehere  deep autumn we read love poems once in these woods endlinehere  october moon white pumpkins glow in the field endlinehere  autumn arrives early for this mountain ridge and me endlinehere  autumn mist bull elks mating call splits the silence endlinehere  first frost instead of silk flannel endlinehere  autumn equinox the fallen leaf half green half gold endlinehere  morning tea returning the cup its emptiness endlinehere  autumn grasses at least the tea remains green endlinehere  end of summer more cucumbers than neighbors endlinehere  damselflies dart across the water a bluer blue endlinehere  august heat the pregnancy test results become clear endlinehere  midnight jazz rain streaming down the verdigris chain endlinehere  the taste of pines bitter honey these bitter tears endlinehere  sepia souls smile from a photo negative reunion endlinehere  faded postcard the nagasaki temple then endlinehere  summer heat kimono hung on the wall billows from the fan endlinehere  afternoon heat tandem damselflies bask on a reed endlinehere  silver dawn slug traces iridesce on the garden path endlinehere  sweltering stillness the nurse flicks a bubble from the syringe endlinehere  relentless sun my lips meet the cool arc flowing from the hose endlinehere  overgrown grapevine unsigned divorce papers heavy in my hand endlinehere  this winding river confluence of what i know and what i dont endlinehere  overcast sunday the lilacs remind me of last night endlinehere  bus stop all eyes on the migrating geese endlinehere  desert wind even the stones in unfamiliar colors endlinehere  the mixed calls of courting birds scent of damp earth endlinehere  biting cold frost on the nail heads of the old fence endlinehere  winter solstice the fog lifts from a tree filled with ravens endlinehere  closing time an expensive fingernail on the mall floor endlinehere  friday the th a bit of volcanic ash in the winter fog endlinehere  sunrise a view of the sky through a worm eaten leaf endlinehere  indian summer ducks make their way from shade to shade endlinehere  afternoon heat bird song fades as i enter the tunnel endlinehere  summer solstice a flock of sandpiper splits and splits again endlinehere  the old log moss grows around an obscene word endlinehere  first roses just enough heat to settle the mosquitoes endlinehere  mid day heat my eyes follow the swallows flight endlinehere  whale watching a distant cloud rains into the sea endlinehere  morning haze a mosquito above the pond ice endlinehere  a soda can shot full of holes spring sun endlinehere  easter morning i head out into trackless snow endlinehere  first pussy willows the sound of a woodpecker shifts again endlinehere  home sick just the sound of icicles dripping endlinehere  spring frost a tower light pierces the sunset endlinehere  spring in the air my walking stick pierces crusted snow endlinehere  a fly beats against the window melting snow endlinehere  subzero a moth flies towards the moonlit door endlinehere  years end a few tentative steps on the river ice endlinehere  dawn the maples colors spread through the fog endlinehere  a new day the priests robes fill with snow endlinehere  overnight rain the scent of orange blossoms in a desert town endlinehere  polished oak the freesias shadow ends in coffee foam endlinehere  scattered sun one chickadee louder than the rest endlinehere  morning delivery snow comes in with the fedex man endlinehere  dog days the hill carried away a truck at a time endlinehere  lingering day i study the moss in a park bench endlinehere  sunset the days heat still in the car endlinehere  end of the drought a mushroom tilts under the spruce endlinehere  slow boats the wind pushes a butterfly out to sea endlinehere  cloud shadows and eagle picks over what the tide left endlinehere  ebb tide a photo of a missing girl flutters in the breeze endlinehere  first raindrops frog bones in the middle of the path endlinehere  untrodden snow my breath clouds the way into the trees endlinehere  crescent moon i follow the trail of a dragged christmas tree endlinehere  end of the year tracks along the edge of thin ice endlinehere  full moon last weeks snow slips from a wire endlinehere  steady drizzle a snore from the man on the next yoga mat endlinehere  moonless night a bath oil bead melting in the rain endlinehere  winter doldrums the rain drips from plastic candy canes endlinehere  night of meteors the first christmas lights go up on the block endlinehere  approaching winter i leave the seashell at the bottom of my purse endlinehere  the empty bench spilled coffee turned to ice endlinehere  working saturday the small shadows of pigeons in the fog endlinehere  the puddled field blades of grass pierce a cloud endlinehere  morning haze ice drifts around the river stones endlinehere  berry stains along the sidewalk hint of frost endlinehere  a bright morning the mud pulls away from a frosty stone endlinehere  walking meditation i pass through a cloud of breath endlinehere  new coolness a trains light moves along the mountainside endlinehere  wispy clouds the last blossom hangs on the fireweed endlinehere  new coolness a pool at the center of the lupine leaves endlinehere  sirens the wind pushes a butterfly to the ground endlinehere  noon glare the wind blows sand out to sea endlinehere  dog days driving to the lake to watch the icebergs drift endlinehere  after the rain a frog shaped shadow wavers in the puddle endlinehere  hugs the spider on my old friends arm endlinehere  spray painted log i try not to sit on the word f endlinehere  a few yellow leaves the construction site grows towards my favorite tree endlinehere  week of rain the insects trail on the flattened leaf endlinehere  a winged ant crawls on hot asphalt end of summer endlinehere  discount store the unfinished tatoo on the cashiers arm endlinehere  summer dust a caterpillar under the whale bone arch endlinehere  a white night salmon bones curled against a log endlinehere  scent of new leaves a caterpillar swings in a shaft of light endlinehere  half frog pose i lie and listen to the rain endlinehere  spring currents the first gulls picking bones endlinehere  a hawk searches the dry grass sundogs endlinehere  the courtship songs of so many birds wind through my shirt endlinehere  scent of rain a whale shaped cloud hangs over the bay endlinehere  a cold morning goose honks echo off the pavement endlinehere  steamed milk snowmelt running from the coffee shop roof endlinehere  between the yoga and chi gung classes scent of burning sage endlinehere  dawn storm a bit of mountain ash stirred into the snow endlinehere  horizonless sky colored ice turns in the bay endlinehere  sharp air the patch of blue changes shape endlinehere  daylight moon the shadows of bubbles under the ice endlinehere  fog patches a second little face in the sonogram endlinehere  spin cycle snow flakes swirl outside the laundromat endlinehere  lifting fog a few white feathers in the ravens breast endlinehere  subzero the icicles filled with moonlight endlinehere  long cold snap the icicle begins to fork endlinehere  low clouds a gull circles above the police car light endlinehere  snowy banks the drifting duck leans into a curve endlinehere  a long split in the black inky cap snow clouds endlinehere  dusk a yellow leaf passes through the beaver dam endlinehere  seasons end the scent of fish drifts downstream endlinehere  new coolness a cloud passes through the mountain notch endlinehere  soft rain fishing line parts a cloud of gnats endlinehere  evening light following the anchor line into the sea endlinehere  how quickly the nights grow longer fireweed in bloom endlinehere  summer salad a nasturtium burns the tip of my tongue endlinehere  a spider web caught in my hand scent of rain endlinehere  a damp evening each of us with our own cloud of gnats endlinehere  the evening train almost empty sundogs endlinehere  week of rain the henna tatoo fading fast endlinehere  low tide a shorebirds call rises from the mud endlinehere  sunday drive all the rain clouds toward home endlinehere  wildfire haze between the icebergs the blue wind endlinehere  dandelions i lose sight of the yellow butterfly endlinehere  someone whistling blue moon at the falls the mist endlinehere  lenghtening days a birds shadow crosses the yellow wall endlinehere  new moon lamplight fills the holes in a shot out sign endlinehere  moss growing on the manhole cover winter rain endlinehere  news of his death i cant stop looking at the sickle moon endlinehere  daybreak ice between the river stones endlinehere  locking it moonlight at the back of the mailbox endlinehere  silence the evening snow falls onto moss endlinehere  distant thunder a caterpillar drops from a ragged leaf endlinehere  first light the perfect symmetry of a moth endlinehere  noon the morning clouds roll from the valley endlinehere  slowly a loon preens in the mountains reflection endlinehere  waiting dandelion fluff lands on the table endlinehere  a twilight sun between two peaks white lilacs endlinehere  boardwalking the dragonflys shadow drops through a crack endlinehere  in the far shadows something swimming or a log endlinehere  flashing against the winter killed grass a swans whiteness endlinehere  april a gulls cry passing through morning snow endlinehere  spring evening a long pause on the bridge to watch the water run endlinehere  sunny afternoon the scent of leaf mold mixed in the ice endlinehere  water changing into ice the pale moon endlinehere  hazy afternoon the woodpeckers call bounces off the ice endlinehere  dusky clouds a patch of blue hangs over the valley endlinehere  february the heart shaped tracks of a moose endlinehere  returning birds three notes pass through morning fog endlinehere  waiting for the loon to surface i hold my breath endlinehere  somewhere in the autumn haze cranes calling endlinehere  days end muddy boots cold coffee endlinehere  winter fog floating out of the barn a farmers lantern endlinehere  cold morning only the sound of pages turning endlinehere  gray dusk the orange flare of his cigarette endlinehere  ash wednesday in slowly passing clouds a dusting of snow endlinehere  smoke curling from a snuffed candle crescent moon endlinehere  winter morning blast of a train whistle endlinehere  morning commute a hawk perches on a speed limit sign endlinehere  blustery night imperfect lullabies from the windchimes endlinehere  valentines day a forsythia without birds endlinehere  early spring air all day long our beds not made endlinehere  husband away washing his socks by hand endlinehere  between memories and the parents grave the curtain of rain endlinehere  my sweaty skin enough for three weeks his ironed shirts endlinehere  beggars steps at the bakery slower and slower endlinehere  force and yielding meet together an attack is half repulsed endlinehere  shafts of broken sunlight dissolving convolutions of torpid cloud endlinehere  the boat drifts to rest under the outward spraying branches endlinehere  she is an iris dark purple pale rose under the gnarled boughs that shatter their stars of bloom endlinehere  she waves delicately with the movement of the tree endlinehere  of what is she dreaming endlinehere  of long nights lit with orange lanterns of wine cups and compliments and kisses of the two sword men endlinehere  and of dawn when weary sleepers lie outstretched on the mats of the palace and of the iris stalk that is broken in the fountain endlinehere  autumn winds roll through the dry leaves on her garments autumn birds shiver athwart star hung skies endlinehere  under the blossoming plum tree she expresses the pilgrimage of grey souls passing athwart loves scarlet maples to the ash strewn summit of death endlinehere  iris amid clouds must be her name endlinehere  tall and lonely as the mountain iris cold and distant endlinehere  she has never known longing many have died for love of her endlinehere  he listens idly he is content with her voice endlinehere  they are spotted with thunder showers falling upon the crimson petals endlinehere  she is a fierce kitten leaping in sunlight towards the swaying boughs endlinehere  she is a gust of wind bending in parallel curves the boughs of the willow tree endlinehere  gilded hummingbirds are whizzing through the palace garden deceived by the jade petals of the emperors jewel trees endlinehere  the wind half blows her robes that subside listlessly as swaying pines endlinehere  the wind tosses hers in circles that recoil upon themselves how should i love as the swaying or tossing wind endlinehere  she glances expectantly through the pine avenue to the cherry tree summit where her lover will appear endlinehere  gold and vermilion the afternoon endlinehere  i wait here dreaming of vermilion sunsets in my heart is a half fear of the chill autumn rain endlinehere  the daimyo and the courtesan compliment each other endlinehere  he invites her to walk out through the maples she half refuses hiding fear in her heart endlinehere  she is like the great rains that fall over the earth in winter time endlinehere  gaily he offers packets of merchandise endlinehere  he is a harlequin of illusions his nimble features skip into smiles like rainbows cheating the villagers endlinehere  but in his heart all the while is another knowledge the sorrow of the bleakness of the long wet winter night endlinehere  one life is a long summer tall hollyhocks stand proud upon its paths little yellow waves of sunlight bring scarlet butterflies endlinehere  another life is a brief autumn fierce storm rack scrawled with lightning passed over it leaving the naked bleeding earth stabbed with the swords of the rain endlinehere  he plots for he is angry he sneers for he is bold endlinehere  he clinches his fist like a twisted snake coiling itself preparing to raise its head above the long grasses of the plain endlinehere  i have forgotten how many times he kissed me but i cannot forget a swaying branch a leaf that fell to earth endlinehere  he stands irresolute cloaking the light of his lantern endlinehere  tonight he will either find new love or a sword thrust but his soul is troubled with ghosts of old regret endlinehere  like vines with crimson flowers they climb upwards into his heart endlinehere  she was a dream of moons of fluttering handkerchiefs of flying leaves of parasols a riddle made to break my heart the lightest impulse to her was more dear than the deep toned temple bell endlinehere  she fluttered to my sword hilt an instant and then flew away but who will spend all day chasing a butterfly endlinehere  is it a vision under the moonlight endlinehere  no it is only a beautiful geisha swaying down the street endlinehere  out of the rings and the bubbles the curls and the swirls of the water out of the crystalline shower of drops shattered in play her body and her thoughts arose endlinehere  poems are falling from them swift as the wind that shakes the lance like bamboo leaves the stars close around like bubbles stirred by the silver oars of poems passing endlinehere  beware for the dying vine can hold the strongest oak endlinehere  only by cutting at the root can love be altered endlinehere  late in the night a rosy glimmer yet defies the darkness endlinehere  but the evening is growing late the blinds are being lowered she who held your heart and charmed you is only a rosy glimmer of flame remembered endlinehere  rain rattles on the pavement puddles stand in the bluish stones afar in the yoshiwara is she who holds my heart endlinehere  alas the torn lantern of my hope trembles and sputters in the rain endlinehere  i saw him pass at twilight he was a dark cloud travelling over palace roofs with one claw drooping endlinehere  one dainty thrust no more than this he needs endlinehere  his heart is like a wind torn between cloud and butterfly whether he will roll passively to one or chase endlessly the other endlinehere  my heart is broken and mournful as rain heard beating far off in the distance while earth is parched more near endlinehere  he only can bow to men lofty as a god to those beneath him who has taken sins and sorrows and whose deathless spirit leaps beneath them like a golden carp in the torrent endlinehere  but the laughing rains of spring will break the weak green shoots of their love endlinehere  his will grow a towering stalk hers a cowering flower under it endlinehere  would that the rains of all the winters might wash away my grief endlinehere  the cranes have come back to the temple the winds are flapping the flags about through a flute of reeds i will blow a song endlinehere  chrysanthemums bending before the wind endlinehere  chrysanthemums wavering in the black choked grasses endlinehere  the wind frowns at them he tears off a green and orange stalk of broken chrysanthemum endlinehere  the chrysanthemums spread their flattered heads and scurry off before the wind endlinehere  storm birds of autumn with draggled wings sleet beaten wind tattered snow frozen stopping in sheer weariness between the gnarled red pine trees twisted in doubt and despair whence do you come pilgrims over what snow fields endlinehere  to what southern province hidden behind dim peaks would you go endlinehere  too long were the telling wherefore we set out and where we will find rest only the gods may tell endlinehere  only beyond the still grey shoji for the breadth of innumerable countries is the sea with ships asleep in the blue black starless night endlinehere  a squall has struck the sea afar off endlinehere  you can feel it quiver over the paper parasol with which she shields her face in the drawn together skirts of her robes as she turns to meet it endlinehere  windy evening of autumn by the grey green swirling river people are resting like still boats tugging uneasily at their cramped chains endlinehere  some are moving slowly like the easy winds brown blue dull green the villages in the distance sleep on the banks of the river the waters sullenly clash and murmur endlinehere  the chatter of the passersby is dulled beneath the grey unquiet sky endlinehere  the green and violet peacocks through the golden dusk showered upon them from the vine hung lanterns stately nostalgically parade endlinehere  i will scrawl on the walls of the night faces endlinehere  leering sneering scowling threatening faces weeping twisting yelling howling faces faces fixed in a contortion between a scream and a laugh meaningless faces endlinehere  i will cover the walls of night with faces till you do not know if these faces are but masks or you the masks for them endlinehere  faces too grotesque for laughter faces too shattered by pain for tears faces of such ugliness that the ugliness grows beauty endlinehere  they will haunt you morning evening burning burning ever returning endlinehere  their own infamy creating till you strike at life and hate it burn your soul up so in hating endlinehere  i will scrawl on the walls of the night faces pitiless flaring staring endlinehere  the seasons passed for her like pale iris wilting or peonies flying to ribbons before the storm gusts endlinehere  the sombre pine tops waited until the seasons had passed endlinehere  my beloved is like blue smoke that rises in long slow planes and wavers over the dark paths of old gardens long neglected endlinehere  there was a city living here long ago of all that city there is only one stone left half buried in the marsh with characters upon it which no one now can read endlinehere  in my heart is the sorrow of years like red leaves buried in snow endlinehere  girls will laugh and scatter cherry petals sometimes they will rest in the twisted pine trees shade endlinehere  if one presses her warm lips to this tablet the dust of my body will feel a thrill deep down in the silent earth endlinehere  the sky spreads out its poor array of tattered flags saffron and rose over the weary huddle of housetops smoking their evening pipes in silence endlinehere  the city gleams with lights this evening like loud and yawning laughter from red lips endlinehere  as the fish that leaps from the river as the dropping of a november leaf at twilight as the faint flicker of lightning down the southern sky so i saw beauty far away endlinehere  i dreamed i caught your loveliness in little silver jars and when you died i opened them and there was only soot within endlinehere  rain fell so softly in the evening i almost thought it was the trees that were talking endlinehere  cities are the toy boxes time plays with and there are often many doll houses of which the dolls are lost endlinehere  a poets moods fluttering butterflies in the rain endlinehere  grass moves in the wind my soul is backwards blown endlinehere  land green brown sea brown grey island dull peacock blue sky stone grey endlinehere  a bell in the fog creeps out echoing faintly the pale broad flashes of vibrating twilight faded gold endlinehere  there is a goddess who walks shrouded by day at night she throws her blue veil over the earth endlinehere  men only see her naked glory through the little holes in the veil endlinehere  an old courtyard hidden away in the afternoon endlinehere  grey walks mossy stones copper carp swimming lazily and beyond a faint toneless hissing echo of rain that tears at my heart endlinehere  here i am an old man in a dry month being read to by a boy waiting for rain endlinehere  i was neither at the hot gates nor fought in the warm rain nor knee deep in the salt marsh heaving a cutlass bitten by flies fought endlinehere  my house is a decayed house and the jew squats on the window sill the owner spawned in some estaminet of antwerp blistered in brussels patched and peeled in london endlinehere  the goat coughs at night in the field overhead rocks moss stonecrop iron merds endlinehere  the woman keeps the kitchen makes tea sneezes at evening poking the peevish gutter endlinehere  i an old man a dull head among windy spaces endlinehere  signs are taken for wonders endlinehere  we would see a sign the word within a word unable to speak a word swaddled with darkness endlinehere  in the juvescence of the year came christ the tiger in depraved may dogwood and chestnut flowering judas to be eaten to be divided to be drunk among whispers by mr endlinehere  vacant shuttles weave the wind endlinehere  i have no ghosts an old man in a draughty house under a windy knob endlinehere  after such knowledge what forgiveness endlinehere  think now history has many cunning passages contrived corridors and issues deceives with whispering ambitions guides us by vanities endlinehere  think now she gives when our attention is distracted and what she gives gives with such supple confusions that the giving famishes the craving endlinehere  gives too late whats not believed in or if still believed in memory only reconsidered passion endlinehere  gives too soon into weak hands whats thought can be dispensed with till the refusal propagates a fear endlinehere  think neither fear nor courage saves us endlinehere  unnatural vices are fathered by our heroism endlinehere  these tears are shaken from the wrath bearing tree endlinehere  the tiger springs in the new year endlinehere  us he devours endlinehere  think at last we have not reached conclusion when i stiffen in a rented house endlinehere  think at last i have not made this show purposelessly and it is not by any concitation of the backward devils endlinehere  i would meet you upon this honestly endlinehere  i that was near your heart was removed therefrom to lose beauty in terror terror in inquisition endlinehere  i have lost my passion why should i need to keep it since what is kept must be adulterated endlinehere  i have lost my sight smell hearing taste and touch how should i use it for your closer contact endlinehere  these with a thousand small deliberations protract the profit of their chilled delirium excite the membrane when the sense has cooled with pungent sauces multiply variety in a wilderness of mirrors endlinehere  what will the spider do suspend its operations will the weevil delay endlinehere  de bailhache fresca mrs endlinehere  cammel whirled beyond the circuit of the shuddering bear in fractured atoms endlinehere  tenants of the house thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season endlinehere  so the countess passed on until she came through the little park where niobe presented her with a cabinet and so departed endlinehere  burbank crossed a little bridge descending at a small hotel princess volupine arrived they were together and he fell endlinehere  defunctive music under sea passed seaward with the passing bell slowly the god hercules had left him that had loved him well endlinehere  the horses under the axletree beat up the dawn from istria with even feet endlinehere  her shuttered barge burned on the water all the day endlinehere  but this or such was bleisteins way a saggy bending of the knees and elbows with the palms turned out chicago semite viennese endlinehere  the smoky candle end of time declines endlinehere  on the rialto once endlinehere  the rats are underneath the piles endlinehere  the jew is underneath the lot endlinehere  lights lights she entertains sir ferdinand klein endlinehere  who clipped the lions wings and flead his rump and pared his claws endlinehere  thought burbank meditating on times ruins and the seven laws endlinehere  and the trees about me let them be dry and leafless let the rocks groan with continual surges and behind me make all a desolation endlinehere  look look wenches endlinehere  paint me a cavernous waste shore cast in the unstilted cyclades paint me the bold anfractuous rocks faced by the snarled and yelping seas endlinehere  display me aeolus above reviewing the insurgent gales which tangle ariadnes hair and swell with haste the perjured sails endlinehere  morning stirs the feet and hands nausicaa and polypheme gesture of orang outang rises from the sheets in steam endlinehere  sweeney addressed full length to shave broadbottomed pink from nape to base knows the female temperament and wipes the suds around his face endlinehere  the lengthened shadow of a man is history said emerson who had not seen the silhouette of sweeney straddled in the sun endlinehere  tests the razor on his leg waiting until the shriek subsides endlinehere  the epileptic on the bed curves backward clutching at her sides endlinehere  the ladies of the corridor find themselves involved disgraced call witness to their principles and deprecate the lack of taste observing that hysteria might easily be misunderstood mrs endlinehere  turner intimates it does the house no sort of good endlinehere  but doris towelled from the bath enters padding on broad feet bringing sal volatile and a glass of brandy neat endlinehere  pipit sate upright in her chair some distance from where i was sitting views of the oxford colleges lay on the table with the knitting endlinehere  daguerreotypes and silhouettes her grandfather and great great aunts supported on the mantelpiece an invitation to the dance endlinehere  i shall not want honour in heaven for i shall meet sir philip sidney and have talk with coriolanus and other heroes of that kidney endlinehere  i shall not want capital in heaven for i shall meet sir alfred mond we two shall lie together lapt in a five per cent exchequer bond endlinehere  i shall not want society in heaven lucretia borgia shall be my bride her anecdotes will be more amusing than pipits experience could provide endlinehere  but where is the penny world i bought to eat with pipit behind the screen endlinehere  the red eyed scavengers are creeping from kentish town and golders green where are the eagles and the trumpets endlinehere  buried beneath some snow deep alps endlinehere  over buttered scones and crumpets weeping weeping multitudes droop in a hundred a endlinehere  s abcs signifes endemic teashops found in all parts of london endlinehere  the initials signify aerated bread company limited endlinehere  ignatii ad trallianos endlinehere  and when this epistle is read among you cause that it be read also in the church of the laodiceans endlinehere  the broad backed hippopotamus rests on his belly in the mud although he seems so firm to us he is merely flesh and blood endlinehere  flesh and blood is weak and frail susceptible to nervous shock while the true church can never fail for it is based upon a rock endlinehere  the hippos feeble steps may err in compassing material ends while the true church need never stir to gather in its dividends endlinehere  the potamus can never reach the mango on the mango tree but fruits of pomegranate and peach refresh the church from over sea endlinehere  at mating time the hippos voice betrays inflexions hoarse and odd but every week we hear rejoice the church at being one with god endlinehere  the hippopotamuss day is passed in sleep at night he hunts god works in a mysterious way the church can sleep and feed at once endlinehere  i saw the potamus take wing ascending from the damp savannas and quiring angels round him sing the praise of god in loud hosannas endlinehere  blood of the lamb shall wash him clean and him shall heavenly arms enfold among the saints he shall be seen performing on a harp of gold endlinehere  he shall be washed as white as snow by all the martyrd virgins kiss while the true church remains below wrapt in the old miasmal mist endlinehere  mais alors tu as ton vautour endlinehere  webster was much possessed by death and saw the skull beneath the skin and breastless creatures under ground leaned backward with a lipless grin endlinehere  daffodil bulbs instead of balls stared from the sockets of the eyes endlinehere  he knew that thought clings round dead limbs tightening its lusts and luxuries endlinehere  grishkin is nice her russian eye is underlined for emphasis uncorseted her friendly bust gives promise of pneumatic bliss endlinehere  and even the abstract entities circumambulate her charm but our lot crawls between dry ribs to keep our metaphysics warm endlinehere  look look master here comes two religious caterpillars endlinehere  the jew of malta endlinehere  polyphiloprogenitive the sapient sutlers of the lord drift across the window panes endlinehere  in the beginning was the word endlinehere  a painter of the umbrian school designed upon a gesso ground the nimbus of the baptized god endlinehere  the wilderness is cracked and browned but through the water pale and thin still shine the unoffending feet and there above the painter set the father and the paraclete endlinehere  under the penitential gates sustained by staring seraphim where the souls of the devout burn invisible and dim endlinehere  along the garden wall the bees with hairy bellies pass between the staminate and pistilate blest office of the epicene endlinehere  sweeney shifts from ham to ham stirring the water in his bath endlinehere  the masters of the subtle schools are controversial polymath endlinehere  greek text inserted here apeneck sweeney spreads his knees letting his arms hang down to laugh the zebra stripes along his jaw swelling to maculate giraffe endlinehere  oh do not ask what is it endlinehere  let us go and make our visit endlinehere  in the room the women come and go talking of michelangelo endlinehere  and indeed there will be time to wonder do i dare endlinehere  time to turn back and descend the stair with a bald spot in the middle of my hair they will say how his hair is growing thin endlinehere  my morning coat my collar mounting firmly to the chin my necktie rich and modest but asserted by a simple pin they will say but how his arms and legs are thin endlinehere  do i dare disturb the universe endlinehere  in a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse endlinehere  so how should i presume endlinehere  and how should i presume endlinehere  and i have known the arms already known them all arms that are braceleted and white and bare but in the lamplight downed with light brown hair endlinehere  is it perfume from a dress that makes me so digress endlinehere  arms that lie along a table or wrap about a shawl endlinehere  and should i then presume endlinehere  and how should i begin endlinehere  i should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas endlinehere  and the afternoon the evening sleeps so peacefully endlinehere  smoothed by long fingers asleep endlinehere  or it malingers endlinehere  stretched on the floor here beside you and me endlinehere  should i after tea and cakes and ices have the strength to force the moment to its crisis endlinehere  it is impossible to say just what i mean endlinehere  i grow old endlinehere  i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled endlinehere  shall i part my hair behind endlinehere  do i dare to eat a peach endlinehere  i shall wear white flannel trousers and walk upon the beach endlinehere  i have heard the mermaids singing each to each endlinehere  i do not think that they will sing to me endlinehere  i have seen them riding seaward on the waves combing the white hair of the waves blown back when the wind blows the water white and black endlinehere  we have lingered in the chambers of the sea by sea girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown till human voices wake us and we drown endlinehere  thou hast committed fornication but that was in another country and besides the wench is dead endlinehere  we have been let us say to hear the latest pole transmit the preludes through his hair and finger tips endlinehere  so intimate this chopin that i think his soul should be resurrected only among friends some two or three who will not touch the bloom that is rubbed and questioned in the concert room endlinehere  and so the conversation slips among velleities and carefully caught regrets through attenuated tones of violins mingled with remote cornets and begins endlinehere  how keen you are endlinehere  to find a friend who has these qualities who has and gives those qualities upon which friendship lives endlinehere  how much it means that i say this to you without these friendships life what cauchemar endlinehere  let us take the air in a tobacco trance admire the monuments discuss the late events correct our watches by the public clocks endlinehere  then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks endlinehere  ii now that lilacs are in bloom she has a bowl of lilacs in her room and twists one in her fingers while she talks endlinehere  i smile of course and go on drinking tea endlinehere  yet with these april sunsets that somehow recall my buried life and paris in the spring i feel immeasurably at peace and find the world to be wonderful and youthful after all endlinehere  you are invulnerable you have no achilles heel endlinehere  you will go on and when you have prevailed you can say at this point many a one has failed endlinehere  but what have i but what have i my friend to give you what can you receive from me endlinehere  only the friendship and the sympathy of one about to reach her journeys end endlinehere  i shall sit here serving tea to friends endlinehere  i take my hat how can i make a cowardly amends for what she has said to me endlinehere  you will see me any morning in the park reading the comics and the sporting page endlinehere  particularly i remark an english countess goes upon the stage endlinehere  a greek was murdered at a polish dance another bank defaulter has confessed endlinehere  are these ideas right or wrong endlinehere  and so you are going abroad and when do you return endlinehere  but thats a useless question endlinehere  you hardly know when you are coming back you will find so much to learn endlinehere  my smile falls heavily among the bric brac endlinehere  perhaps you can write to me endlinehere  my self possession flares up for a second this is as i had reckoned endlinehere  i have been wondering frequently of late but our beginnings never know our ends endlinehere  why we have not developed into friends endlinehere  i feel like one who smiles and turning shall remark suddenly his expression in a glass endlinehere  my self possession gutters we are really in the dark endlinehere  for everybody said so all our friends they all were sure our feelings would relate so closely endlinehere  i myself can hardly understand endlinehere  we must leave it now to fate endlinehere  you will write at any rate endlinehere  perhaps it is not too late endlinehere  and i must borrow every changing shape to find expression endlinehere  dance dance like a dancing bear cry like a parrot chatter like an ape endlinehere  let us take the air in a tobacco trance well endlinehere  would she not have the advantage after all endlinehere  this music is successful with a dying fall now that we talk of dying and should i have the right to smile endlinehere  i the winter evening settles down with smell of steaks in passageways endlinehere  the burnt out ends of smoky days endlinehere  and then the lighting of the lamps endlinehere  ii the morning comes to consciousness of faint stale smells of beer from the sawdust trampled street with all its muddy feet that press to early coffee stands endlinehere  with the other masquerades that time resumes one thinks of all the hands that are raising dingy shades in a thousand furnished rooms endlinehere  i am moved by fancies that are curled around these images and cling the notion of some infinitely gentle infinitely suffering thing endlinehere  wipe your hand across your mouth and laugh the worlds revolve like ancient women gathering fuel in vacant lots endlinehere  half past one the street lamp sputtered the street lamp muttered the street lamp said regard that woman who hesitates toward you in the light of the door which opens on her like a grin endlinehere  you see the border of her dress is torn and stained with sand and you see the corner of her eye twists like a crooked pin endlinehere  a broken spring in a factory yard rust that clings to the form that the strength has left hard and curled and ready to snap endlinehere  half past two the street lamp said remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter slips out its tongue and devours a morsel of rancid butter endlinehere  so the hand of the child automatic slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay endlinehere  i could see nothing behind that childs eye endlinehere  half past three the lamp sputtered the lamp muttered in the dark endlinehere  she smooths the hair of the grass endlinehere  the moon has lost her memory endlinehere  the reminiscence comes of sunless dry geraniums and dust in crevices smells of chestnuts in the streets and female smells in shuttered rooms and cigarettes in corridors and cocktail smells in bars endlinehere  the lamp said four oclock here is the number on the door endlinehere  you have the key the little lamp spreads a ring on the stair mount endlinehere  the bed is open the tooth brush hangs on the wall put your shoes at the door sleep prepare for life endlinehere  the last twist of the knife endlinehere  they are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens and along the trampled edges of the street i am aware of the damp souls of housemaids sprouting despondently at area gates endlinehere  the readers of the boston evening transcript sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn endlinehere  miss helen slingsby was my maiden aunt and lived in a small house near a fashionable square cared for by servants to the number of four endlinehere  now when she died there was silence in heaven and silence at her end of the street endlinehere  the shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet he was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before endlinehere  the dogs were handsomely provided for but shortly afterwards the parrot died too endlinehere  the dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece and the footman sat upon the dining table holding the second housemaid on his knees who had always been so careful while her mistress lived endlinehere  miss nancy ellicott strode across the hills and broke them rode across the hills and broke them the barren new england hills riding to hounds over the cow pasture endlinehere  miss nancy ellicott smoked and danced all the modern dances and her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it but they knew that it was modern endlinehere  upon the glazen shelves kept watch matthew and waldo guardians of the faith the army of unalterable law endlinehere  apollinax visited the united states his laughter tinkled among the teacups endlinehere  i thought of fragilion that shy figure among the birch trees and of priapus in the shrubbery gaping at the lady in the swing endlinehere  in the palace of mrs endlinehere  phlaccus at professor channing cheetahs he laughed like an irresponsible foetus endlinehere  i looked for the head of mr endlinehere  apollinax rolling under a chair or grinning over a screen with seaweed in its hair endlinehere  i heard the beat of centaurs hoofs over the hard turf as his dry and passionate talk devoured the afternoon endlinehere  he is a charming man but after all what did he mean endlinehere  he must be unbalanced there was something he said that i might have challenged endlinehere  of dowager mrs endlinehere  phlaccus and professor and mrs endlinehere  cheetah i remember a slice of lemon and a bitten macaroon endlinehere  as she laughed i was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad drill endlinehere  i was drawn in by short gasps inhaled at each momentary recovery lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles endlinehere  i decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected and i concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end endlinehere  i observe our sentimental friend the moon endlinehere  or possibly fantastic i confess it may be prester johns balloon or an old battered lantern hung aloft to light poor travellers to their distress endlinehere  she then how you digress endlinehere  and i then some one frames upon the keys that exquisite nocturne with which we explain the night and moonshine music which we seize to body forth our vacuity endlinehere  she then does this refer to me endlinehere  oh no it is i who am inane endlinehere  you madam are the eternal humorist the eternal enemy of the absolute giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist endlinehere  with your air indifferent and imperious at a stroke our mad poetics to confute and are we then so serious endlinehere  o quam te memorem virgo endlinehere  i should find some way incomparably light and deft some way we both should understand simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand endlinehere  she turned away but with the autumn weather compelled my imagination many days many days and many hours her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers endlinehere  and i wonder how they should have been together endlinehere  i should have lost a gesture and a pose endlinehere  sometimes these cogitations still amaze the troubled midnight and the noons repose endlinehere  in winter i get up at night and dress by yellow candle light endlinehere  in summer quite the other way i have to go to bed by day endlinehere  i have to go to bed and see the birds still hopping on the tree or hear the grown up peoples feet still going past me in the street endlinehere  and does it not seem hard to you when all the sky is clear and blue and i should like so much to play to have to go to bed by day endlinehere  all night long and every night when my mamma puts out the light i see the people marching by as plain as day before my eye endlinehere  armies and emperors and kings all carrying different kinds of things and marching in so grand a way you never saw the like by day endlinehere  so fine a show was never seen at the great circus on the green for every kind beast and man is marching in that caravan endlinehere  at first they move a little slow but still the faster on they go and still beside them close i keep until we reach the town of sleep endlinehere  three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing endlinehere  three of us aboard in the basket on the lea endlinehere  winds are in the air they are blowing in the spring and waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea endlinehere  where shall we adventure to day that were afloat wary of the weather and steering by a star endlinehere  shall it be to africa a steering of the boat to providence or babylon or off to malabar endlinehere  but heres a squadron a rowing on the sea cattle on the meadow a charging with a roar endlinehere  quick and well escape them theyre as mad as they can be the wicket is the harbor and the garden is the shore endlinehere  the coach is at the door at last the eager children mounting fast and kissing hands in chorus sing good bye good bye to everything endlinehere  to house and garden field and lawn the meadow gates we swung upon to pump and stable tree and swing good bye good bye to everything endlinehere  and fare you well for evermore o ladder at the hayloft door o hayloft where the cobwebs cling good bye good bye to everything endlinehere  crack goes the whip and off we go the trees and houses smaller grow last round the woody turn we swing good bye good bye to everything endlinehere  when i was sick and lay a bed i had two pillows at my head and all my toys beside me lay to keep me happy all the day endlinehere  and sometimes for an hour or so i watched my leaden soldiers go with different uniforms and drills among the bed clothes through the hills endlinehere  and sometimes sent my ships in fleets all up and down among the sheets or brought my trees and houses out and planted cities all about endlinehere  i was the giant great and still that sits upon the pillow hill and sees before him dale and plain the pleasant land of counterpane endlinehere  come up here o dusty feet endlinehere  the lights from the parlor and kitchen shone out through the blinds and the windows and bars and high over head and all moving about there were thousands of millions of stars endlinehere  we built a ship upon the stairs all made of the back bedroom chairs and filled it full of sofa pillows to go a sailing on the billows endlinehere  we sailed along for days and days and had the very best of plays but tom fell out and hurt his knee so there was no one left but me endlinehere  bring the comb and play upon it endlinehere  marching here we come endlinehere  willie cocks his highland bonnet johnnie beats the drum endlinehere  mary jane commands the party peter leads the rear feet in time alert and hearty each a grenadier endlinehere  all in the most martial manner marching double quick while the napkin like a banner waves upon the stick endlinehere  heres enough of fame and pillage great commander jane endlinehere  now that weve been round the village lets go home again endlinehere  dark brown is the river golden is the sand endlinehere  it flows along for ever with trees on either hand endlinehere  green leaves a floating castles of the foam boats of mine a boating where will all come home endlinehere  on goes the river and out past the mill away down the valley away down the hill endlinehere  away down the river a hundred miles or more other little children shall bring my boats ashore endlinehere  through all the pleasant meadow side the grass grew shoulder high till the shining scythes went far and wide and cut it down to dry endlinehere  these green and sweetly smelling crops they led in wagons home and they piled them here in mountain tops for mountaineers to roam endlinehere  here is mount clear mount rusty nail mount eagle and mount high the mice that in these mountains dwell no happier are than i endlinehere  o what a joy to clamber there o what a place for play with the sweet the dim the dusty air the happy hills of hay endlinehere  whenever auntie moves around her dresses make a curious sound endlinehere  they trail behind her up the floor and trundle after through the door endlinehere  the friendly cow all red and white i love with all my heart she gives me cream with all her might to eat with apple tart endlinehere  she wanders lowing here and there and yet she cannot stray all in the pleasant open air the pleasant light of day endlinehere  and blown by all the winds that pass and wet with all the showers she walks among the meadow grass and eats the meadow flowers endlinehere  up into the cherry tree who should climb but little me endlinehere  i held the trunk with both my hands and looked abroad on foreign lands endlinehere  i saw the next door garden lie adorned with flowers before my eye and many pleasant places more that i had never seen before endlinehere  i saw the dimpling river pass and be the skys blue looking glass the dusty roads go up and down with people tramping into town endlinehere  if i could find a higher tree farther and farther i should see to where the grown up river slips into the sea among the ships endlinehere  to where the roads on either hand lead onward into fairy land where all the children dine at five and all the playthings come alive endlinehere  every night my prayers i say and get my dinner every day and every day that ive been good i get an orange after food endlinehere  the child that is not clean and neat with lots of toys and things to eat he is a naughty child im sure or else his dear papa is poor endlinehere  my holes were hollow like a cup in every hole the sea came up till it could hold no more endlinehere  all by myself i have to go with none to tell me what to do all alone beside the streams and up the mountain sides of dreams endlinehere  the strangest things are there for me both things to eat and things to see and many frightening sights abroad till morning in the land of nod endlinehere  try as i like to find the way i never can get back by day nor can remember plain and clear the curious music that i hear endlinehere  whenever the moon and stars are set whenever the wind is high all night long in the dark and wet a man goes riding by endlinehere  late in the night when the fires are out why does he gallop and gallop about endlinehere  whenever the trees are crying aloud and ships are tossed at sea by on the highway low and loud by at the gallop goes he endlinehere  by at the gallop he goes and then by he comes back at the gallop again endlinehere  a birdie with a yellow bill hopped up on the window sill cocked his shining eye and said aint you shamed you sleepy head endlinehere  the rain is raining all around endlinehere  it falls on field and tree it rains on the umbrellas here and on the ships at sea endlinehere  little indian sioux or crow little frosty eskimo little turk or japanee o endlinehere  dont you wish that you were me endlinehere  you have seen the scarlet trees and the lions over seas you have eaten ostrich eggs and turned the turtles off their legs endlinehere  such a life is very fine but its not so nice as mine you must often as you trod have wearied _not_ to be abroad endlinehere  you have curious things to eat i am fed on proper meat you must dwell beyond the foam but i am safe and live at home endlinehere  when i am grown to mans estate i shall be very proud and great and tell the other girls and boys not to meddle with my toys endlinehere  i have a little shadow that goes in and out with me and what can be the use of him is more than i can see endlinehere  he is very very like me from the heels up to the head and i see him jump before me when i jump into my bed endlinehere  he hasnt got a notion of how children ought to play and can only make a fool of me in every sort of way endlinehere  he stays so close beside me hes a coward you can see id think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me endlinehere  the sun is not a bed when i at night upon my pillow lie still round the earth his way he takes and morning after morning makes endlinehere  while here at home in shining day we round the sunny garden play each little indian sleepy head is being kissed and put to bed endlinehere  and when at eve i rise from tea day dawns beyond the atlantic sea and all the children in the west are getting up and being dressed endlinehere  smooth it slides upon its travel here a wimple there a gleam o the clean gravel endlinehere  o the smooth stream endlinehere  sailing blossoms silver fishes paven pools as clear as air how a child wishes to live down there endlinehere  see the rings pursue each other all below grows black as night just as if mother had blown out the light endlinehere  patience children just a minute see the spreading circles die the stream and all in it will clear by and by endlinehere  of speckled eggs the birdie sings and nests among the trees the sailor sings of ropes and things in ships upon the seas endlinehere  the children sing in far japan the children sing in spain the organ with the organ man is singing in the rain endlinehere  my bed is like a little boat nurse helps me in when i embark she girds me in my sailors coat and starts me in the dark endlinehere  at night i go on board and say good night to all my friends on shore i shut my eyes and sail away and see and hear no more endlinehere  and sometimes things to bed i take as prudent sailors have to do perhaps a slice of wedding cake perhaps a toy or two endlinehere  all night across the dark we steer but when the day returns at last safe in my room beside the pier i find my vessel fast endlinehere  over the borders a sin without pardon breaking the branches and crawling below out through the breach in the wall of the garden down by the banks of the river we go endlinehere  here is the mill with the humming of thunder here is the weir with the wonder of foam here is the sluice with the race running under marvelous places though handy to home endlinehere  years may go by and the wheel in the river wheel as it wheels for us children to day endlinehere  wheel and keep roaring and foaming for ever long after all of the boys are away endlinehere  home from the indies and home from the ocean heroes and soldiers we all shall come home still we shall find the old mill wheel in motion turning and churning that river to foam endlinehere  you with the bean that i gave when we quarreled i with your marble of saturday last honored and old and all gaily apparelled here we shall meet and remember the past endlinehere  when children are playing alone on the green in comes the playmate that never was seen endlinehere  when children are happy and lonely and good the friend of the children comes out of the wood endlinehere  nobody heard him and nobody saw his is a picture you never could draw but hes sure to be present abroad or at home when children are happy and playing alone endlinehere  i saw you toss the kites on high and blow the birds about the sky and all around i heard you pass like ladies skirts across the grass o wind a blowing all day long endlinehere  o wind that sings so loud a song endlinehere  i saw the different things you did but always you yourself you hid endlinehere  i felt you push i heard you call i could not see yourself at all o wind a blowing all day long o wind that sings so loud a song endlinehere  o you that are so strong and cold o blower are you young or old endlinehere  are you a beast of field and tree or just a stronger child than me endlinehere  o wind a blowing all day long o wind that sings so loud a song endlinehere  i woke before the morning i was happy all the day i never said an ugly word but smiled and stuck to play endlinehere  and now at last the sun is going down behind the wood and i am very happy for i know that ive been good endlinehere  my bed is waiting cool and fresh with linen smooth and fair and i must off to sleepsin by and not forget my prayer endlinehere  i know that till to morrow i shall see the sun arise no ugly dream shall fright my mind no ugly sight my eyes endlinehere  but slumber hold me tightly till i waken in the dawn and hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn endlinehere  children you are very little and your bones are very brittle if you would grow great and stately you must try to walk sedately endlinehere  you must still be bright and quiet and content with simple diet and remain through all bewildring innocent and honest children endlinehere  happy hearts and happy faces happy play in grassy places that was how in ancient ages children grew to kings and sages endlinehere  but the unkind and the unruly and the sort who eat unduly they must never hope for glory theirs is quite a different story endlinehere  cruel children crying babies all grow up as geese and gabies hated as their age increases by their nephews and their nieces endlinehere  summer fading winter comes frosty mornings tingling thumbs window robins winter rooks and the picture story books endlinehere  water now is turned to stone nurse and i can walk upon still we find the flowing brooks in the picture story books endlinehere  all the pretty things put by wait upon the childrens eye sheep and shepherds trees and crooks in the picture story books endlinehere  we may see how all things are seas and cities near and far and the flying fairies looks in the picture story books endlinehere  how am i to sing your praise happy chimney corner days sitting safe in nursery nooks reading picture story books endlinehere  how do you like to go up in a swing up in the air so blue endlinehere  oh i do think it the pleasantest thing ever a child can do endlinehere  it is very nice to think the world is full of meat and drink with little children saying grace in every christian kind of place endlinehere  the lamps now glitter down the street faintly sound the falling feet and the blue even slowly falls about the garden trees and walls endlinehere  now in the falling of the gloom the red fire paints the empty room and warmly on the roof it looks and flickers on the backs of books endlinehere  armies march by tower and spire of cities blazing in the fire till as i gaze with staring eyes the armies fade the lustre dies endlinehere  then once again the glow returns again the phantom city burns and down the red hot valley lo endlinehere  the phantom armies marching go endlinehere  blinking embers tell me true where are those armies marching to and what the burning city is that crumbles in your furnaces endlinehere  down by a shining water well i found a very little dell no higher than my head endlinehere  the heather and the gorse about in summer bloom were coming out some yellow and some red endlinehere  i called the little pool a sea the little hills were big to me for i am very small endlinehere  i made a boat i made a town i searched the caverns up and down and named them one and all endlinehere  and all about was mine i said the little sparrows overhead the little minnows too endlinehere  this was the world and i was king for me the bees came by to sing for me the swallows flew endlinehere  i played there were no deeper seas nor any wider plains than these nor other kings than me endlinehere  at last i heard my mother call out from the house at evenfall to call me home to tea endlinehere  and i must rise and leave my dell and leave my dimpled water well and leave my heather blooms endlinehere  and as my home i neared how very big my nurse appeared how great and cool the rooms endlinehere  all round the house is the jet black night it stares through the window pane it crawls in the corners hiding from the light and it moves with the moving flame endlinehere  now my little heart goes a beating like a drum with the breath of bogie in my hair and all round the candle the crooked shadows come and go marching along up the stair endlinehere  the shadow of the balusters the shadow of the lamp the shadow of the child that goes to bed all the wicked shadows coming tramp tramp tramp with the black night overhead endlinehere  late lies the wintry sun a bed a frosty fiery sleepy head blinks but an hour or two and then a blood red orange sets again endlinehere  before the stars have left the skies at morning in the dark i rise and shivering in my nakedness by the cold candle bathe and dress endlinehere  close by the jolly fire i sit to warm my frozen bones a bit or with a reindeer sled explore the colder countries round the door endlinehere  when to go out my nurse doth wrap me in my comforter and cap the cold wind burns my face and blows its frosty pepper up my nose endlinehere  black are my steps on silver sod thick blows my frosty breath abroad and tree and house and hill and lake are frosted like a wedding cake endlinehere  i can in the sorrel sit where the ladybird alit endlinehere  i can climb the jointed grass and on high see the greater swallows pass in the sky and the round sun rolling by heeding no such things as i endlinehere  through that forest i can pass till as in a looking glass humming fly and daisy tree and my tiny self i see painted very clear and neat on the rain pool at my feet endlinehere  should a leaflet come to land drifting near to where i stand straight ill board that tiny boat round the rain pool sea to float endlinehere  little thoughtful creatures sit on the grassy coasts of it little things with lovely eyes see me sailing with surprise endlinehere  some are clad in armour green these have sure to battle been endlinehere  some are pied with evry hue black and crimson gold and blue some have wings and swift are gone but they all look kindly on endlinehere  last to the chamber where i lie my fearful footsteps patter nigh and come from out the cold and gloom into my warm and cheerful room endlinehere  there safe arrived we turn about to keep the coming shadows out and close the happy door at last on all the perils that we passed endlinehere  then when mamma goes by to bed she shall come in with tip toe tread and see me lying warm and fast and in the land of nod at last endlinehere  when the golden day is done through the closing portal child and garden flower and sun vanish all things mortal endlinehere  as the blinding showers fall as the rays diminish under evenings cloak they all roll away and vanish endlinehere  garden darkened daisy shut child in bed they slumber glow worm in the highway rut mice among the lumber endlinehere  in the darkness houses shine parents move with candles till on all the night divine turns the bedroom handles endlinehere  till at last the day begins in the east a breaking in the hedges and the whins sleeping birds a waking endlinehere  in the darkness shapes of things houses trees and hedges clearer grow and sparrows wings beat on window ledges endlinehere  these shall wake the yawning maid she the door shall open finding dew on garden glade and the morning broken endlinehere  there my garden grows again green and rosy painted as at eve behind the pane from my eyes it fainted endlinehere  just as it was shut away toy like in the even here i see it glow with day under glowing heaven endlinehere  every path and every plot every bush of roses every blue forget me not where the dew reposes endlinehere  they cry the day is come on the smiling valleys we have beat the morning drum playmate join your allies endlinehere  birds all the sunny day flutter and quarrel here in the arbor like tent of the laurel endlinehere  here in the fork the brown nest is seated four little blue eggs the mother keeps heated endlinehere  while we stand watching her staring like gabies safe in each egg are the birds little babies endlinehere  soon the frail eggs they shall chip and upspringing make all the april woods merry with singing endlinehere  younger than we are o children and frailer soon in blue air theyll be singer and sailor endlinehere  we so much older taller and stronger we shall look down on the birdies no longer endlinehere  they shall go flying with musical speeches high over head in the tops of the beeches endlinehere  in spite of our wisdom and sensible talking we on our feet must go plodding and walking endlinehere  all the names i know from nurse gardeners garters shepherds purse bachelors buttons ladys smock and the lady hollyhock endlinehere  fairy places fairy things fairy woods where the wild bee wings tiny trees for tiny dames these must all be fairy names endlinehere  tiny woods below whose boughs shady fairies weave a house tiny tree tops rose or thyme where the braver fairies climb endlinehere  fair are grown up peoples trees but the fairest woods are these where if i were not so tall i should live for good and all endlinehere  here is a child who clambers and scrambles all by himself and gathering brambles here is a tramp who stands and gazes and there is the green for stringing the daisies endlinehere  here is a cart run away in the road lumping along with man and load and here is a mill and there is a river each a glimpse and gone forever endlinehere  this whistle we made and how clearly it sounds endlinehere  by the side of a field at the end of the grounds endlinehere  of a branch of a plane with a knife of my own it was nursie who made it and nursie alone endlinehere  what are you able to build with your blocks endlinehere  castles and palaces temples and docks endlinehere  rain may keep raining and others go roam but i can be happy and building at home endlinehere  this one is sailing and that one is moored hark to the song of the sailors on board endlinehere  and see the steps of my palace the kings coming and going with presents and things endlinehere  now i have done with it down let it go endlinehere  all in a moment the town is laid low endlinehere  block upon block lying scattered and free what is there left of my town by the sea endlinehere  the gardener does not love to talk he makes me keep the gravel walk and when he puts his tools away he locks the door and takes the key endlinehere  away behind the currant row where no one else but cook may go far in the plots i see him dig old and serious brown and big endlinehere  he digs the flowers green red and blue nor wishes to be spoken to endlinehere  he digs the flowers and cuts the hay and never seems to want to play endlinehere  summer goes and winter comes with pinching toes when in the garden bare and brown you must lay your barrow down endlinehere  well now and while the summer stays to profit by these garden days o how much wiser you would be to play at indian wars with me endlinehere  heres peace for you and surety here the one wisdom the truth endlinehere  all day the good glad sun showers love and labour on you wine and song the greenwood laughs the wind blows all day long till night endlinehere  and night ends all things endlinehere  then shall be no lamp relumed in heaven no voices crying or changing lights or dreams and forms that hover endlinehere  and heart for all your sighing that gladness and those tears are over over endlinehere  and has the truth brought no new hope at all heart that youre weeping yet for paradise endlinehere  do they still whisper the old weary cries endlinehere  mid youth and song feasting and carnival through laughter through the roses as of old comes death on shadowy and relentless feet death unappeasable by prayer or gold death is the end the end endlinehere  proud then clear eyed and laughing go to greet death as a friend endlinehere  exile of immortality strongly wise strain through the dark with undesirous eyes to what may lie beyond it endlinehere  sets your star o heart for ever endlinehere  yet behind the night waits for the great unborn somewhere afar some white tremendous daybreak endlinehere  tenderly day that i have loved i close your eyes and smooth your quiet brow and fold your thin dead hands endlinehere  the grey veils of the half light deepen colour dies endlinehere  i bear you a light burden to the shrouded sands where lies your waiting boat by wreaths of the seas making mist garlanded with all grey weeds of the water crowned endlinehere  beyond the shifting cold twilight further than laughter goes or tears further than dreaming therell be no port no dawn lit islands endlinehere  but the drear waste darkening and at length flame ultimate on the deep endlinehere  oh the last fire and you unkissed unfriended there endlinehere  oh the lone ways red ending and we not there to weep endlinehere  we found you pale and quiet and strangely crowned with flowers lovely and secret as a child endlinehere  you came with us came happily hand in hand with the young dancing hours high on the downs at dawn endlinehere  void now and tenebrous the grey sands curve before me endlinehere  from the inland meadows fragrant of june and clover floats the dark and fills the hollow seas dead face with little creeping shadows and the white silence brims the hollow of the hills endlinehere  close in the nest is folded every weary wing hushed all the joyful voices and we who held you dear eastward we turn and homeward alone remembering endlinehere  day that i loved day that i loved the night is here endlinehere  i cower to the earth i waking i only endlinehere  high and cold thou dreamest o queen high dreaming and lonely endlinehere  and around me the feet of thy watchers tread endlinehere  there is a rumour and a radiance of wings above my head an intolerable radiance of wings endlinehere  all the earth grows fire white lips of desire brushing cool on the forehead croon slumbrous things endlinehere  earth fades and the air is thrilled with ways dewy paths full of comfort endlinehere  from quiet skies in through the window my lord the sun endlinehere  and my eyes were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold the golden glory that drowned and crowned me eddied and swayed through the room endlinehere  around me to left and to right hunched figures and old dull blear eyed scribbling fools grew fair ringed round and haloed with holy light endlinehere  till the light faded and they were but fools again fools unknowing still scribbling blear eyed and stolid immortals endlinehere  id watched the sorrow of the evening sky and smelt the sea and earth and the warm clover and heard the waves and the seagulls mocking cry endlinehere  and in them all was only the old cry that song they always sing the best is over endlinehere  you may remember now and think and sigh o silly lover endlinehere  and i was tired and sick that all was over and because i for all my thinking never could recover one moment of the good hours that were over endlinehere  and i was sorry and sick and wished to die endlinehere  then from the sad west turning wearily i saw the pines against the white north sky very beautiful and still and bending over their sharp black heads against a quiet sky endlinehere  and there was peace in them and i was happy and forgot to play the lover and laughed and did no longer wish to die being glad of you o pine trees and the sky endlinehere  creeps in half wanton half asleep one with a fat wide hairless face endlinehere  he likes love music that is cheap likes women in a crowded place and wants to hear the noise theyre making endlinehere  his heavy eyelids droop half over great pouches swing beneath his eyes endlinehere  he listens thinks himself the lover heaves from his stomach wheezy sighs he likes to feel his hearts a breaking endlinehere  his little lips are bright with slime endlinehere  the music swells endlinehere  the women shiver endlinehere  and all the while in perfect time his pendulous stomach hangs a shaking endlinehere  all the shade is rife with magic and movement endlinehere  i stray alone here on the edge of silence half afraid waiting a sign endlinehere  in the deep heart of me the sullen waters swell towards the moon and all my tides set seaward endlinehere  from inland leaps a gay fragment of some mocking tune that tinkles and laughs and fades along the sand and dies between the seawall and the sea endlinehere  song of a tribe of the ancient egyptians the priests within the temple she was wrinkled and huge and hideous endlinehere  she was our mother endlinehere  she was lustful and lewd endlinehere  but a god we had none other endlinehere  in the day she was hidden and dumb but at nightfall moaned in the shade we shuddered and gave her her will in the darkness we were afraid endlinehere  the people without she sent us pain and we bowed before her she smiled again and bade us adore her endlinehere  she solaced our woe and soothed our sighing and what shall we do now god is dying endlinehere  the priests within she was hungry and ate our children how should we stay her endlinehere  she took our young men and our maidens ours to obey her endlinehere  we were loathed and mocked and reviled of all nations that was our pride endlinehere  she fed us protected us loved us and killed us now she has died endlinehere  the people without she was so strong but death is stronger endlinehere  she ruled us long but time is longer endlinehere  halted around the fire by night after moon set they sing this beneath the trees endlinehere  what light of unremembered skies hast thou relumed within our eyes thou whom we seek whom we shall find endlinehere  a certain odour on the wind thy hidden face beyond the west these things have called us on a quest older than any road we trod more endless than desire endlinehere  far god sigh with thy cruel voice that fills the soul with longing for dim hills and faint horizons endlinehere  for there come grey moments of the antient dumb sickness of travel when no song can cheer us but the way seems long and one remembers endlinehere  the beat of weary unreturning feet and songs of pilgrims unreturning endlinehere  the fires we left are always burning on the old shrines of home endlinehere  our kin have built them temples and therein pray to the gods we know and dwell in little houses lovable being happy we remember how endlinehere  and peaceful even to death endlinehere  o thou god of all long desirous roaming our hearts are sick of fruitless homing and crying after lost desire endlinehere  as with fire consuming dreams of other bliss endlinehere  sung on one night in the cities in the darkness endlinehere  ye are sober and dull through the common day but now it is night endlinehere  it is shameful night and god is asleep endlinehere  have you not felt the quick fires that creep through the hungry flesh and the lust of delight and hot secrets of dreams that day cannot say endlinehere  the house is dumb the night calls out to you endlinehere  down the dim stairs through the creaking door naked crawling on hands and feet it is meet endlinehere  ye are men no longer but less and more beast and god endlinehere  down the lampless street by little black ways and secret places in the darkness and mire faint laughter around and evil faces by the star glint seen ah endlinehere  for the darkness whispers a blind desire and the fingers of night are amorous endlinehere  because god put his adamantine fate between my sullen heart and its desire i swore that i would burst the iron gate rise up and curse him on his throne of fire endlinehere  an idle wind blew round an empty throne and stirred the heavy curtains on the walls endlinehere  before thy shrine i kneel an unknown worshipper chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies incense of dirges prayers that are as holy myrrh endlinehere  ah goddess on thy throne of tears and faint low sighs weary at last to theeward come the feet that err and empty hearts grown tired of the worlds vanities endlinehere  how fair this cool deep silence to a wanderer deaf with the roar of winds along the open skies endlinehere  sweet after sting and bitter kiss of sea water the pale lethean wine within thy chalices endlinehere  from the train between bologna and milan second class endlinehere  opposite me two germans snore and sweat endlinehere  through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar endlinehere  we have been here for ever even yet a dim watch tells two hours two aeons more endlinehere  the windows are tight shut and slimy wet with a nights foetor endlinehere  there are two hours more two hours to dawn and milan two hours yet endlinehere  opposite me two germans sweat and snore endlinehere  one of them wakes and spits and sleeps again endlinehere  the darkness shivers endlinehere  a wan light through the rain strikes on our faces drawn and white endlinehere  somewhere a new day sprawls and inside the foul air is chill and damp and fouler than before endlinehere  out of the nothingness of sleep the slow dreams of eternity there was a thunder on the deep i came because you called to me endlinehere  i broke the nights primeval bars i dared the old abysmal curse and flashed through ranks of frightened stars suddenly on the universe endlinehere  the eternal silences were broken hell became heaven as i passed endlinehere  what shall i give you as a token a sign that we have met at last endlinehere  ill break and forge the stars anew shatter the heavens with a song immortal in my love for you because i love you very strong endlinehere  then only in the empty spaces death walking very silently shall fear the glory of our faces through all the dark infinity endlinehere  so clothed about with perfect love the eternal end shall find us one alone above the night above the dust of the dead gods alone endlinehere  we leave this resting place made fair by one another for a while endlinehere  now for a god speed one last mad embrace the long road then unlit by your faint smile endlinehere  and you so far away endlinehere  oh ill remember endlinehere  each crawling day will pale a little your scarlet lips each mile dull the dear pain of your remembered face endlinehere  some day i shall rise and leave my friends and seek you again through the worlds far ends you whom i found so fair touch of your hands and smell of your hair endlinehere  my only god in the days that were endlinehere  my eager feet shall find you again though the sullen years and the mark of pain have changed you wholly for i shall know how could i forget having loved you so endlinehere  in the sad half light of evening the face that was all my sunrising endlinehere  and i loved you before you were old and wise when the flame of youth was strong in your eyes and my heart is sick with memories endlinehere  death will find me long before i tire of watching you and swing me suddenly into the shade and loneliness and mire of the last land endlinehere  there waiting patiently one day i think ill feel a cool wind blowing see a slow light across the stygian tide and hear the dead about me stir unknowing and tremble endlinehere  and turn and toss your brown delightful head amusedly among the ancient dead endlinehere  i said i splendidly loved you its not true endlinehere  such long swift tides stir not a land locked sea endlinehere  on gods or fools the high risk falls on you the clean clear bitter sweet thats not for me endlinehere  love soars from earth to ecstasies unwist endlinehere  love is flung lucifer like from heaven to hell endlinehere  pleasures not theirs nor pain endlinehere  they doubt and sigh and do not love at all endlinehere  of these am i endlinehere  or that foul you endlinehere  but this the strange gods who had given so much to have seen and known you this they might not do endlinehere  one last shames spared me one black words unspoken and im alone and you have not awoken endlinehere  one moment what it is to love endlinehere  and yet the best that eithers known will change and wither and be less at last than comfort or its own remembrance endlinehere  and when some caress tendered in habit once a flame all heaven sang out to wakes the shame unworded in the steady eyes well have that day what shall we do endlinehere  being so noble kill the two whove reached their second best endlinehere  being wise break cleanly off and get away endlinehere  follow down other windier skies new lures alone endlinehere  or shall we stay since this is all weve known content in the lean twilight of such day and not remember not lament endlinehere  so i from paint stone tale and rhyme stuffed loves infinity and sucked all lovers of all time to rarify ecstasy endlinehere  helens the hair shuts out from me veronas livid skies gypsy the lips i press and see two antonys in your eyes endlinehere  in a cool curving world he lies and ripples with dark ecstasies endlinehere  there slipping wave and shore are one and weed and mud endlinehere  and alls one endlinehere  gentle embracing quiet dun the world he rests in world he knows perpetual curving endlinehere  space is no more under the mud his bliss is older than the sun endlinehere  silent and straight the waters run endlinehere  the lights the cries the willows dim and the dark tide are one with him endlinehere  how can we find endlinehere  how can we rest endlinehere  how can we being gods win joy or peace being man endlinehere  loves for completeness endlinehere  no perfection grows twixt leg and arm elbow and ear and nose and joint and socket but unsatisfied sprawling desires shapeless perverse denied endlinehere  how can love triumph how can solace be where fever turns toward fever knee toward knee endlinehere  and i went on endlinehere  for if my echoing footfall slept soon a far whispering thered be of a little lonely wind that crept from tree to tree and distantly followed me followed me endlinehere  but the blue vaporous end of day brought peace and pursuit baffled quite where between pine woods dipped the way endlinehere  i turned slipped in and out of sight endlinehere  i trod as quiet as the night endlinehere  the pine boles kept perpetual hush and in the boughs wind never swirled endlinehere  i found a flowering lowly bush and bowed slid in and sighed and curled hidden at rest from all the world endlinehere  i was safe and glad i knew endlinehere  yet with cold heart and cold wet brows i lay endlinehere  and the dark fell endlinehere  there grew meward a sound of shaken boughs and ceased above my intricate house and silence silence silence found me endlinehere  i felt the unfaltering movement creep among the leaves endlinehere  they shed around me calm clouds of scent that i did weep and stroked my face endlinehere  i fell asleep endlinehere  breathless we flung us on the windy hill laughed in the sun and kissed the lovely grass endlinehere  you said through glory and ecstasy we pass wind sun and earth remain the birds sing still when we are old are old endlinehere  and when we die alls over that is ours and life burns on through other lovers other lips said i heart of my heart our heaven is now is won endlinehere  we are earths best that learnt her lesson here endlinehere  life is our cry endlinehere  we have kept the faith endlinehere  we said we shall go down with unreluctant tread rose crowned into the darkness endlinehere  proud we were and laughed that had such brave true things to say endlinehere  and then you suddenly cried and turned away endlinehere  i dreamt i was in love again with the one before the last and smiled to greet the pleasant pain of that innocent young past endlinehere  but i jumped to feel how sharp had been the pain when it did live how the faded dreams of nineteen ten were hell in nineteen five endlinehere  the boys woe was as keen and clear the boys love just as true and the one before the last my dear hurt quite as much as you endlinehere  sickly i pondered how the lover wrongs the unanswering tomb and sentimentalizes over what earned a better doom endlinehere  gently he tombs the poor dim last time strews pinkish dust above and sighs the dear dead boyish pastime endlinehere  but this ah god endlinehere  better oblivion hide dead true loves better the night enfold than men to eke the praise of new loves should lie about the old endlinehere  bitter thoughts i had in plenty endlinehere  but heres the worst of it i shall forget in nineteen twenty you ever hurt abit endlinehere  the stars a jolly company i envied straying late and lonely and cried upon their revelry o white companionship endlinehere  you only in love in faith unbroken dwell friends radiant and inseparable endlinehere  but i remembering pitied well and loved them who with lonely light in empty infinite spaces dwell disconsolate endlinehere  for all the night i heard the thin gnat voices cry star to faint star across the sky endlinehere  he wakes who never thought to wake again who held the end was death endlinehere  he opens eyes slowly to one long livid oozing plain closed down by the strange eyeless heavens endlinehere  he lies and waits and once in timeless sick surmise through the dead air heaves up an unknown hand like a dry branch endlinehere  i thought when love for you died i should die endlinehere  alone most strangely i live on endlinehere  was called ambarvalia swings the way still by hollow and hill and all the worlds a song shes far it sings me but fair it rings me quiet it laughs and strong endlinehere  spite of the miles and years between us spite of your chosen part i do remember and i go with laughter in my heart endlinehere  so above the little folk that know not out of the white hill town high up i clamber and i remember and watch the day go down endlinehere  theyll call the news from hill to hill dark and uncomforted earth and sky and the winds and i shall know that you are dead endlinehere  i shall not hear your trentals nor eat your arval bread for the kin of you will surely do their duty by the dead endlinehere  their little dull greasy eyes will water theyll paw you and gulp afresh endlinehere  theyll sniffle and weep and their thoughts will creep like flies on the cold flesh endlinehere  they will put pence on your grey eyes bind up your fallen chin and lay you straight the fools that loved you because they were your kin endlinehere  they will praise all the bad about you and hush the good away and wonder how theyll do without you and then theyll go away endlinehere  with snuffle and sniff and handkerchief and dim and decorous mirth with ham and sherry theyll meet to bury the lordliest lass of earth endlinehere  the little dead hearts will tramp ungrieving behind lone riding you the heart so high the heart so living heart that they never knew endlinehere  i shall not hear your trentals nor eat your arval bread nor with smug breath tell lies of death to the unanswering dead endlinehere  with snuffle and sniff and handkerchief the folk who loved you not will bury you and go wondering back home endlinehere  and you will rot endlinehere  but laughing and half way up to heaven with wind and hill and star i yet shall keep before i sleep your ambarvalia endlinehere  there was a damned successful poet there was a woman like the sun endlinehere  and they were dead endlinehere  they did not know it endlinehere  they did not know their time was done endlinehere  they did not know his hymns were silence and her limbs that had served love so well dust and a filthy smell endlinehere  so knee to knee they sped again and laugh to laugh they ran im told across the streets of hell endlinehere  and then they suddenly felt the wind blow cold and knew so closely pressed chill air on lip and breast and with a sick surprise the emptiness of eyes endlinehere  here where loves stuff is body arm and side are stabbing sweet gainst chair and lamp and wall endlinehere  in every touch more intimate meanings hide and flaming brains are the white heart of all endlinehere  here million pulses to one centre beat closed in by mens vast friendliness alone two can be drunk with solitude and meet on the sheer point where sense with knowings one endlinehere  though the woods are quiet and youve heard night creep along the hedges endlinehere  never go where tangled foliage shrouds the crying bird and the remote winds sigh and waters flow endlinehere  for moveless limbs no pity i crave that never were swift endlinehere  still all i prize laughter and thought and friends i have no fool to heave luxurious sighs for the woods and hills that i never knew endlinehere  the more excellent ways yet mine endlinehere  and you flower laden come to the clean white cell and we talk as ever am i not the same endlinehere  with our hearts we love immutable you without pity i without shame endlinehere  we talk as of old as of old you go out under the sky and laughing i know flit through the streets your heart all me till you gain the world beyond the town endlinehere  then i fade from your heart quietly and your fleet steps quicken endlinehere  the strong down smiles you welcome there the woods that love you close lovely and conquering arms above you endlinehere  o ever moving o lithe and free endlinehere  fast in my linen prison i press on impassable bars or emptily laugh in my great loneliness endlinehere  and still in the white neat bed i strive most impotently against that gyve being less now than a thought even to you alone with your hills and heaven endlinehere  i hot through troys ruin menelaus broke to priams palace sword in hand to sate on that adulterous whore a ten years hate and a kings honour endlinehere  through red death and smoke and cries and then by quieter ways he strode till the still innermost chamber fronted him endlinehere  he swung his sword and crashed into the dim luxurious bower flaming like a god endlinehere  high sat white helen lonely and serene endlinehere  he had not remembered that she was so fair and that her neck curved down in such a way and he felt tired endlinehere  he flung the sword away and kissed her feet and knelt before her there the perfect knight before the perfect queen endlinehere  ii so far the poet endlinehere  how should he behold that journey home the long connubial years endlinehere  he does not tell you how white helen bears child on legitimate child becomes a scold haggard with virtue endlinehere  menelaus bold waxed garrulous and sacked a hundred troys twixt noon and supper endlinehere  and her golden voice got shrill as he grew deafer endlinehere  and both were old endlinehere  often he wonders why on earth he went troyward or why poor paris ever came endlinehere  oft she weeps gummy eyed and impotent her dry shanks twitch at paris mumbled name endlinehere  so menelaus nagged and helen cried and paris slept on by scamander side endlinehere  how should i know endlinehere  the enormous wheels of will drove me cold eyed on tired and sleepless feet endlinehere  night was void arms and you a phantom still and day your far light swaying down the street endlinehere  as never fool for love i starved for you my throat was dry and my eyes hot to see endlinehere  your mouth so lying was most heaven in view and your remembered smell most agony endlinehere  i felt your hot wrist shiver and suddenly the mad victory i planned flashed real in your burning bending head endlinehere  my conquerors blood was cool as a deep river in shadow and my heart beneath your hand quieter than a dead man on a bed endlinehere  day after day youll sit with him and note the greasier tie the dingy wrinkling coat as prettiness turns to pomp and strength to fat and love love love to habit endlinehere  o lithe and free and lightfoot that the poor heart cries to see thats how ill see your man and you endlinehere  but you oh when that time comes youll be dirty too endlinehere  my restless blood now lies a quiver knowing that always exquisitely this april twilight on the river stirs anguish in the heart of me endlinehere  and all these like a waiting lover murmur and gleam lift lustrous eyes drift close to me and sideways bending whisper delicious words endlinehere  but i stretch terrible hands uncomprehending shaken with love and laugh and cry endlinehere  and hatred followed after shrilling madly down the breeze endlinehere  in peace from the wild heart of clamour a flower in moonlight she was there was rippling down white ways of glamour quietly laid on wave and air endlinehere  her passing left no leaf a quiver endlinehere  pale flowers wreathed her white white brows endlinehere  her feet were silence on the river and hush endlinehere  she said between the boughs endlinehere  in darkness the loud sea makes moan and earth is shaken and all evils creep about her ways endlinehere  oh now to know you sleep endlinehere  your magic and your beauty and your strength like hills at noon or sunlight on a tree sleeping prevail in earth and air endlinehere  in the sweet gloom above the brown and white night benedictions hover and the winds of night move gently round the room and watch you there endlinehere  and still the darkness ebbs about your bed endlinehere  quiet and strange and loving kind you sleep endlinehere  and holy joy about the earth is shed and holiness upon the deep endlinehere  from the candles and dumb shadows and the house where love had died i stole to the vast moonlight and the whispering life outside endlinehere  but i found no lips of comfort no home in the moons light i little and lone and frightened in the unfriendly night and no meaning in the voices endlinehere  far over the lands and through the dark beyond the ocean i willed to think of you endlinehere  for i knew had you been with me id have known the words of night found peace of heart gone gladly in comfort of that light endlinehere  but ever desperately i willed till all grew soft and far and silent endlinehere  and suddenly i found you white and radiant sleeping quietly far out through the tides of darkness endlinehere  love they said is king of kings and triumph is his crown endlinehere  earth fades in flame before his wings and sun and moon bow down endlinehere  but that i knew would never do and heaven is all too high endlinehere  so whenever i meet a queen i said i will not catch her eye endlinehere  love they said and love they said the gift of love is this a crown of thorns about thy head and vinegar to thy kiss endlinehere  but tragedy is not for me and im content to be gay endlinehere  so whenever i spied a tragic lady i went another way endlinehere  and so i never feared to see you wander down the street or come across the fields to me on ordinary feet endlinehere  for what theyd never told me of and what i never knew it was that all the time my love love would be merely you endlinehere  safe in the magic of my woods i lay and watched the dying light endlinehere  faint in the pale high solitudes and washed with rain and veiled by night silver and blue and green were showing endlinehere  the spell was broken the key denied me and at length your flat clear voice beside me mouthed cheerful clear flat platitudes endlinehere  you came and quacked beside me in the wood endlinehere  you said the view from here is very good endlinehere  you said its nice to be alone a bit endlinehere  and how the days are drawing out endlinehere  you said the sunsets pretty isnt it endlinehere  i wish i wish that you were dead endlinehere  lip and eye flashed on the glory shone and cried improvident unmemoried and fitfully and like a flame the light of laughter went and came endlinehere  proud in their careless transience moved the changing faces that i loved endlinehere  till suddenly and otherwhence i looked upon your innocence endlinehere  for lifted clear and still and strange from the dark woven flow of change under a vast and starless sky i saw the immortal moment lie endlinehere  one instant i an instant knew as god knows all endlinehere  and it and you i above time oh blind endlinehere  could see in witless immortality endlinehere  i saw the marble cup the tea hung on the air an amber stream i saw the fires unglittering gleam the painted flame the frozen smoke endlinehere  light was more alive than you endlinehere  for suddenly and otherwhence i looked on your magnificence endlinehere  dazed at length human eyes grew mortal strength wearied and time began to creep endlinehere  change closed about me like a sleep endlinehere  light glinted on the eyes i loved endlinehere  the cup was filled endlinehere  the bodies moved endlinehere  the drifting petal came to ground endlinehere  the laughter chimed its perfect round endlinehere  the broken syllable was ended endlinehere  and i so certain and so friended how could i cloud or how distress the heaven of your unconsciousness endlinehere  or shake at times sufficient spell stammering of lights unutterable endlinehere  the eternal holiness of you the timeless end you never knew the peace that lay the light that shone endlinehere  you never knew that i had gone a million miles away and stayed a million years endlinehere  the laughter played unbroken round me and the jest flashed on endlinehere  and we that knew the best down wonderful hours grew happier yet endlinehere  i sang at heart and talked and eat and lived from laugh to laugh i too when you were there and you and you endlinehere  in a flowered dell the lady venus stood amazed with sorrow endlinehere  down the morning one far golden horn in the gold of trees and sun rang out and held and died endlinehere  she thought the wood grew quieter endlinehere  wing and leaf and pool of light forgot to dance endlinehere  dumb lay the unfalling stream life one eternal instant rose in dream clear out of time poised on a golden height endlinehere  till a swift terror broke the abrupt hour endlinehere  the gold waves purled amidst the green above her and a bird sang endlinehere  with one sharp taken breath by sunlit branches and unshaken flower the immortal limbs flashed to the human lover and the immortal eyes to look on death endlinehere  the damned ship lurched and slithered endlinehere  quiet and quick my cold gorge rose the long sea rolled i knew i must think hard of something or be sick and could think hard of only one thing you endlinehere  you you alone could hold my fancy ever endlinehere  and with you memories come sharp pain and dole endlinehere  now theres a choice heartache or tortured liver endlinehere  a sea sick body or a you sick soul endlinehere  do i forget you endlinehere  retchings twist and tie me old meat good meals brown gobbets up i throw endlinehere  acrid return and slimy the sobs and slobber of a last years woe endlinehere  and still the sick ship rolls endlinehere  tis hard i tell ye to choose twixt love and nausea heart and belly endlinehere  all night the ways of heaven were desolate long roads across a gleaming empty sky endlinehere  outcast and doomed and driven you and i alone serene beyond all love or hate terror or triumph were content to wait we silent and all knowing endlinehere  suddenly swept through the heaven low crouching from on high one horseman downward to the earths low gate endlinehere  oh perfect from the ultimate height of living lightly we turned through wet woods blossom hung into the open endlinehere  down the supernal roads with plumes a tossing purple flags far flung rank upon rank unbridled unforgiving thundered the black battalions of the gods endlinehere  through my hearts palace thoughts unnumbered throng and there most quiet and as a child most wise high throned you sit and gracious endlinehere  all day long great hopes gold armoured jester fantasies and pilgrim dreams and little beggar sighs bow to your benediction go their way endlinehere  and the grave jewelled courtier memories worship and love and tend you all the day endlinehere  not now when desire burns and the wind calls and the suns of spring light foot dance in the woods whisper of life woo me to wayfaring ah endlinehere  not now should you come now when the road beckons and good friends call where are songs to be sung fights to be fought yea endlinehere  and the best of all love on myriad lips fairer than yours kisses you could not give endlinehere  dearest why should i mourn whimper and whine i that have yet to live endlinehere  sorrow will i forget tears for the best love on the lips of you now when dawn in the blood wakes and the sun laughs up the eastern blue ill forget and be glad endlinehere  still i abode strong in a golden dream unrecaptured endlinehere  and in the heart of it end of labouring you endlinehere  therefore i kept ready the altar lit the flame burning apart endlinehere  face of my dreams vainly in vision white gleaming down to me lo endlinehere  for about midnight whispers grew through the wood suddenly strange cries in the boughs above grated cries like a laugh endlinehere  silent and black then through the sacred grove great birds flew as a dream troubling the leaves passing at length endlinehere  therefore i go never to rest or win peace and worship of you more and the dumb wood and the shrine therein endlinehere  so light we were so right we were so fair faith shone and the way was laid so certainly that when id gone what dumb thing looked up at you endlinehere  was it something heard or a sudden cry that meekly and without a word you broke the faith and strangely weakly slipped apart endlinehere  you gave in you the proud of heart unbowed of heart endlinehere  was this friend the end of all that we could do endlinehere  and have you found the best for you the rest for you endlinehere  did you learn so suddenly and i not by endlinehere  some whispered story that stole the glory from the sky and ended all the splendid dream and made you go so dully from the fight we know the light we know endlinehere  the faith remains and i must pass gay down the way and on alone endlinehere  under the grass you wait the breeze moves in the trees and stirs and calls and covers you with white petals with light petals endlinehere  good sleep to you endlinehere  we have built a house that is not for times throwing endlinehere  we have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever endlinehere  war knows no power endlinehere  safe shall be my going secretly armed against all deaths endeavour safe though all safetys lost safe where men fall and if these poor limbs die safest of all endlinehere  blow out you bugles over the rich dead endlinehere  theres none of these so lonely and poor of old but dying has made us rarer gifts than gold endlinehere  blow bugles blow endlinehere  they brought us for our dearth holiness lacked so long and love and pain endlinehere  honour has come back as a king to earth and paid his subjects with a royal wage and nobleness walks in our ways again and we have come into our heritage endlinehere  these hearts were woven of human joys and cares washed marvellously with sorrow swift to mirth endlinehere  the years had given them kindness endlinehere  dawn was theirs and sunset and the colours of the earth endlinehere  these had seen movement and heard music known slumber and waking loved gone proudly friended felt the quick stir of wonder sat alone touched flowers and furs and cheeks endlinehere  all this is ended endlinehere  there are waters blown by changing winds to laughter and lit by the rich skies all day endlinehere  and after frost with a gesture stays the waves that dance and wandering loveliness endlinehere  he leaves a white unbroken glory a gathered radiance a width a shining peace under the night endlinehere  if i should die think only this of me that theres some corner of a foreign field that is for ever england endlinehere  mamua when our laughter ends and hearts and bodies brown as white are dust about the doors of friends or scent ablowing down the night then oh endlinehere  then the wise agree comes our immortality endlinehere  mamua there waits a land hard for us to understand endlinehere  out of time beyond the sun all are one in paradise you and pupure are one and tau and the ungainly wise endlinehere  and my laughter and my pain shall home to the eternal brain endlinehere  and therell no more be one who dreams under the ferns of crumbling stuff eyes of illusion mouth that seems all time entangled human love endlinehere  and youll no longer swing and sway divinely down the scented shade where feet to ambulation fade and moons are lost in endless day endlinehere  how shall we wind these wreaths of ours where there are neither heads nor flowers endlinehere  but well be missing the palms and sunlight and the south and theres an end i think of kissing when our mouths are one with mouth endlinehere  tau here mamua crown the hair and come away endlinehere  hear the calling of the moon and the whispering scents that stray about the idle warm lagoon endlinehere  hasten hand in human hand down the dark the flowered way along the whiteness of the sand and in the waters soft caress wash the mind of foolishness mamua until the day endlinehere  spend the glittering moonlight there pursuing down the soundless deep limbs that gleam and shadowy hair or floating lazy half asleep endlinehere  dive and double and follow after snare in flowers and kiss and call with lips that fade and human laughter and faces individual well this side of paradise endlinehere  theres little comfort in the wise endlinehere  love in you went passing by penetrative remote and rare like a bird in the wide air and as the bird it left no trace in the heaven of your face endlinehere  in your stupidity i found the sweet hush after a sweet sound endlinehere  all about you was the light that dims the greying end of night desire was the unrisen sun joy the day not yet begun with tree whispering to tree without wind quietly endlinehere  wisdom slept within your hair and long suffering was there and in the flowing of your dress undiscerning tenderness endlinehere  and when you thought it seemed to me infinitely and like a sea about the slight world you had known your vast unconsciousness was thrown endlinehere  o haven without wave or tide endlinehere  silence in which all songs have died endlinehere  holy book where hearts are still endlinehere  and home at length under the hill endlinehere  o mother quiet breasts of peace where love itself would faint and cease endlinehere  now ere the unthinking silence on that strife steals down i would cheat drowsy death so far my night shall be remembered for a star that outshone all the suns of all mens days endlinehere  shall i not crown them with immortal praise whom i have loved who have given me dared with me high secrets and in darkness knelt to see the inenarrable godhead of delight endlinehere  love is a flame we have beaconed the worlds night endlinehere  a city and we have built it these and i endlinehere  an emperor we have taught the world to die endlinehere  dear names and thousand other throng to me endlinehere  and these shall pass whatever passes not in the great hour nor all my passion all my prayers have power to hold them with me through the gate of death endlinehere  theyll play deserter turn with the traitor breath break the high bond we made and sell loves trust and sacramented covenant to the dust endlinehere  but the best ive known stays here and changes breaks grows old is blown about the winds of the world and fades from brains of living men and dies endlinehere  o dear my loves o faithless once again this one last gift i give that after men shall know and later lovers far removed praise you all these were lovely say he loved endlinehere  mataiea fish fly replete in depth of june dawdling away their watry noon ponder deep wisdom dark or clear each secret fishy hope or fear endlinehere  fish say they have their stream and pond but is there anything beyond endlinehere  this life cannot be all they swear for how unpleasant if it were endlinehere  one may not doubt that somehow good shall come of water and of mud and sure the reverent eye must see a purpose in liquidity endlinehere  we darkly know by faith we cry the future is not wholly dry endlinehere  mud unto mud endlinehere  death eddies near not here the appointed end not here endlinehere  but somewhere beyond space and time endlinehere  is wetter water slimier slime endlinehere  and there they trust there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun immense of fishy form and mind squamous omnipotent and kind and under that almighty fin the littlest fish may enter in endlinehere  and in that heaven of all their wish there shall be no more land say fish endlinehere  this i know and yet i know doubts that will not be denied endlinehere  for if the soul be not in place what has laid trouble in her face endlinehere  and if the spirit be not there why is fragrance in the hair endlinehere  oh love is fair and love is rare my dear one she said but love goes lightly over endlinehere  i bowed her foolish head and kissed her hair and laughed at her endlinehere  such a child was she so new to love so true to love and she spoke so bitterly endlinehere  i have peace to weigh your worth now all is over but if to praise or blame you cannot say endlinehere  for who decries the loved decries the lover yet what man lauds the thing hes thrown away endlinehere  dear fool pity the fool who thought you clever endlinehere  dear wisdom do not mock the fool that missed you endlinehere  most fair the blind has lost your face for ever endlinehere  most foul how could i see you while i kissed you endlinehere  the poor love of fools and blind ive proved you for foul or lovely twas a fool that loved you endlinehere  somewhile before the dawn i rose and stept softly along the dim way to your room and found you sleeping in the quiet gloom and holiness about you as you slept endlinehere  i knelt there till your waking fingers crept about my head and held it endlinehere  i had rest unhoped this side of heaven beneath your breast endlinehere  i knelt a long time still nor even wept endlinehere  it was great wrong you did me and for gain of that poor moments kindliness and ease and sleepy mother comfort endlinehere  child you know how easily love leaps out to dreams like these who has seen them true endlinehere  and love thats wakened so takes all too long to lay asleep again endlinehere  waikiki october today i have been happy endlinehere  the pacific october warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree drift down the darkness endlinehere  plangent hidden from eyes somewhere an eukaleli thrills and cries and stabs with pain the nights brown savagery endlinehere  and dark scents whisper and dim waves creep to me gleam like a womans hair stretch out and rise and new stars burn into the ancient skies over the murmurous soft hawaian sea endlinehere  down the blue night the unending columns press in noiseless tumult break and wave and flow now tread the far south or lift rounds of snow up to the white moons hidden loveliness endlinehere  some pause in their grave wandering comradeless and turn with profound gesture vague and slow as who would pray good for the world but know their benediction empty as they bless endlinehere  they say that the dead die not but remain near to the rich heirs of their grief and mirth endlinehere  i think they ride the calm mid heaven as these in wise majestic melancholy train and watch the moon and the still raging seas and men coming and going on the earth endlinehere  there the sure suns of these pale shadows move there stand the immortal ensigns of our war our melting flesh fixed beauty there a star and perishing hearts imperishable love endlinehere  dear we know only that we sigh kiss smile each kiss lasts but the kissing and grief goes over love has no habitation but the heart endlinehere  on the dark flood we catch awhile cling and are borne into the night apart endlinehere  the laugh dies with the lips love with the lover endlinehere  south kensington makaweli now that weve done our best and worst and parted i would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend endlinehere  i would think of a thousand things lovely and durable and taste them slowly one after one like tasting a sweet food endlinehere  i have need to busy my heart with quietude endlinehere  love is a breach in the walls a broken gate where that comes in that shall not go again love sells the proud hearts citadel to fate endlinehere  they have known shame who love unloved endlinehere  some share that night endlinehere  but they know love grows colder grows false and dull that was sweet lies at most endlinehere  astonishment is no more in hand or shoulder but darkens and dies out from kiss to kiss endlinehere  all this is love and all love is but this endlinehere  heart you are restless as a paper scrap thats tossed down dusty pavements by the wind saying she is most wise patient and kind endlinehere  come to her come to her endlinehere  she will not care endlinehere  shell smile to see me come so that i think all heaven in flower to fold me endlinehere  shell give me all i ask kiss me and hold me and open wide upon that holy air the gates of peace and take my tiredness home kinder than god endlinehere  but heart she will not care endlinehere  your hands my dear adorable your lips of tenderness oh ive loved you faithfully and well three years or a bit less endlinehere  thank god thats done endlinehere  and ill take the road quit of my youth and you the roman road to wendover by tring and lilley hoo as a free man may do endlinehere  for youth goes over the joys that fly the tears that follow fast and the dirtiest things we do must lie forgotten at the last even love goes past endlinehere  whats left behind i shall not find the splendour and the pain the splash of sun the shouting wind and the brave sting of rain i may not meet again endlinehere  but the years that take the best away give something in the end and a better friend than love have they for none to mar or mend that have themselves to friend endlinehere  i shall desire and i shall find the best of my desires the autumn road the mellow wind that soothes the darkening shires endlinehere  and laughter and inn fires endlinehere  white mist about the black hedgerows the slumbering midland plain the silence where the clover grows and the dead leaves in the lane certainly these remain endlinehere  and i shall find some girl perhaps and a better one than you with eyes as wise but kindlier and lips as soft but true endlinehere  and i daresay she will do endlinehere  i came back late and tired last night into my little room to the long chair and the firelight and comfortable gloom endlinehere  i stood a moment fierce and still watching her neck and hair endlinehere  i made a step to her and saw that there was no one there endlinehere  it was some trick of the firelight that made me see her there endlinehere  it was a chance of shade and light and the cushion in the chair endlinehere  oh all you happy over the earth that night how could i sleep endlinehere  i lay and watched the lonely gloom and watched the moonlight creep from wall to basin round the room all night i could not sleep endlinehere  hands and lit faces eddy to a line the dazed last minutes click the clamour dies endlinehere  beyond the great swung arc o the roof divine night smoky scarvd with thousand coloured eyes glares the imperious mystery of the way endlinehere  thirsty for dark you feel the long limbed train throb stretch thrill motion slide pull out and sway strain for the far pause draw to strength again endlinehere  there is an end appointed o my soul endlinehere  crimson and green the signals burn the gloom is hung with steams far blowing livid streamers endlinehere  lost into god as lights in light we fly grown one with will end drunken huddled dreamers endlinehere  the white lights roar endlinehere  the sounds of the world die endlinehere  and lips and laughter are forgotten things endlinehere  speed sharpens grows endlinehere  into the night and on the strength and splendour of our purpose swings endlinehere  the lamps fade and the stars endlinehere  we are alone endlinehere  all suddenly the wind comes soft and spring is here again and the hawthorn quickens with buds of green and my heart with buds of pain endlinehere  my heart all winter lay so numb the earth so dead and frore that i never thought the spring would come or my heart wake any more endlinehere  but winters broken and earth has woken and the small birds cry again and the hawthorn hedge puts forth its buds and my heart puts forth its pain endlinehere  they queerly find some healing so and strange attainment in the touch there is a secret lovers know i have read as much endlinehere  and theirs no longer joy nor smart changing or ending night or day but mouth to mouth and heart on heart so lovers say endlinehere  young mary loitering once her garden way felt a warm splendour grow in the april day as wine that blushes water through endlinehere  and soon out of the gold air of the afternoon one knelt before her hair he had or fire bound back above his ears with golden wire baring the eager marble of his face endlinehere  not mans nor womans was the immortal grace rounding the limbs beneath that robe of white and lighting the proud eyes with changeless light incurious endlinehere  calm as his wings and fair that presence filled the garden endlinehere  she stood there saying what would you sir endlinehere  he told his word blessed art thou of women endlinehere  her breath came quick as little flakes of snow endlinehere  her hands crept up her breast endlinehere  she did but know it was not hers endlinehere  she felt a trembling stir within her body a will too strong for her that held and filled and mastered all endlinehere  with eyes closed and a thousand soft short broken sighs she gave submission fearful meek and glad endlinehere  she wished to speak endlinehere  her heart was faint for telling to relate her limbs sweet treachery her strange high estate over and over whispering half revealing weeping and so find kindness to her healing endlinehere  twixt tears and laughter panic hurrying her she raised her eyes to that fair messenger endlinehere  he knelt unmoved immortal with his eyes gazing beyond her calm to the calm skies radiant untroubled in his wisdom kind endlinehere  his sheaf of lilies stirred not in the wind endlinehere  being tired she bowed her head and said so be it endlinehere  the great wings were spread showering glory on the fields and fire endlinehere  the whole air singing bore him up and higher unswerving unreluctant endlinehere  soon he shone a gold speck in the gold skies then was gone endlinehere  the air was colder and grey endlinehere  behind them broken hearted came grief so noisy a widow that all said had he but wed her elder sister sorrow in her stead endlinehere  and by her trying to soothe her all the time the fatherless children colour tune and rhyme the sweet lad rhyme ran all uncomprehending endlinehere  then at the ways sad ending round the raw grave they stayd endlinehere  old wisdom read in mumbling tone the service for the dead endlinehere  beauty was there pale in her black dry eyed she stood alone endlinehere  poor mazd imagination fancy wild ardour the sunlight on his greying hair contentment who had known youth as a child and never seen him since endlinehere  and spring came too dancing over the tombs and brought him flowers she did not stay for long endlinehere  love had died long ago endlinehere  and i know how the may fields all golden show and when the day is young and sweet gild gloriously the bare feet that run to bathe endlinehere  du lieber gott endlinehere  here am i sweating sick and hot and there the shadowed waters fresh lean up to embrace the naked flesh endlinehere  temperamentvoll german jews drink beer around and there the dews are soft beneath a morn of gold endlinehere  in grantchester in grantchester endlinehere  some it may be can get in touch with nature there or earth or such endlinehere  and clever modern men have seen a faun a peeping through the green and felt the classics were not dead to glimpse a naiads reedy head or hear the goat foot piping low endlinehere  but these are things i do not know endlinehere  still in the dawnlit waters cool his ghostly lordship swims his pool and tries the strokes essays the tricks long learnt on hellespont or styx endlinehere  dan chaucer hears his river still chatter beneath a phantom mill endlinehere  tennyson notes with studious eye how cambridge waters hurry by endlinehere  till at a shiver in the skies vanishing with satanic cries the prim ecclesiastic rout leaves but a startled sleeper out grey heavens the first birds drowsy calls the falling house that never falls endlinehere  i will pack and take a train and get me to england once again endlinehere  strong men have run for miles and miles when one from cherry hinton smiles strong men have blanched and shot their wives rather than send them to st endlinehere  ives strong men have cried like babes bydam to hear what happened at babraham endlinehere  in grantchester their skins are white they bathe by day they bathe by night the women there do all they ought the men observe the rules of thought endlinehere  they love the good they worship truth they laugh uproariously in youth and when they get to feeling old they up and shoot themselves im told endlinehere  to see the branches stir across the moon at grantchester endlinehere  to smell the thrilling sweet and rotten unforgettable unforgotten river smell and hear the breeze sobbing in the little trees endlinehere  say do the elm clumps greatly stand still guardians of that holy land endlinehere  the chestnuts shade in reverend dream the yet unacademic stream endlinehere  is dawn a secret shy and cold anadyomene silver gold endlinehere  and sunset still a golden sea from haslingfield to madingley endlinehere  and after ere the night is born do hares come out about the corn endlinehere  oh is the water sweet and cool gentle and brown above the pool endlinehere  and laughs the immortal river still under the mill under the mill endlinehere  say is there beauty yet to find endlinehere  deep meadows yet for to forget the lies and truths and pain endlinehere  yet stands the church clock at ten to three endlinehere  and is there honey still for tea endlinehere  stars that seem so close and bright watched by lovers through the night swim in emptiness men say many a mile and year away endlinehere  and yonder star that burns so white may have died to dust and night ten maybe or fifteen year before it shines upon my dear endlinehere  often among men below heart cries out to heart i know and one is dust a many years child before the other hears endlinehere  heart from heart is all as far fafaia as start from star endlinehere  still no one could see me endlinehere  but you see not endlinehere  the way of love was thus endlinehere  he was born one winter morn with hands delicious and it was well with us endlinehere  love came our quiet way lit pride in us and died in us all in a winters day endlinehere  there is no more to say endlinehere  and innocence accounted wise and faith the fool the pitiable endlinehere  love so rare one would swear all of earth for ever well careless lips and flying hair and little things i may not tell endlinehere  it does but double the heart ache when i wake when i wake endlinehere  the thing must end endlinehere  i am no boy endlinehere  i being twenty one endlinehere  uncle you make a great mistake a very great mistake in chiding me for letting slip a damn endlinehere  whats more you called me mothers one ewe lamb bade me refrain from swearing for her sake till im grown up endlinehere  i think you take too much upon you uncle william endlinehere  you say i am your brothers only son endlinehere  i know it endlinehere  and what of it endlinehere  something must be done endlinehere  so shall i curb so baffle so suppress this too avuncular officiousness intolerable consanguinity endlinehere  ears satiate with the clamorous timorous whisperings of to day thrilled to perceive once more the spacious voice and serene utterance of old endlinehere  fulfilled our hearts were with that music then and all the evenings sighed it to the dawn and all the lovers heard it from all the trees endlinehere  all of the accents upon all the norms endlinehere  the stress on the penultimate endlinehere  we never knew blank verse could have such feet endlinehere  where is it now endlinehere  oh more than ever now i sometimes think no poetry is read save where some sepultured caesura bled royally incarnadining all the line endlinehere  is the imperial iamb laid to rest and the young trochee having done enough endlinehere  the slow lines swell endlinehere  the new styles sighs endlinehere  the celt moans round with many voices endlinehere  theyd snare the moon and catch the immortal sun with madder brown and pale vermilion entrap an english evenings magic hush endlinehere  still temporal and still atmospheric teleologically unperturbed we share a peace by no divine divined an earthly garden hidden from any cleric untrodden of god by no eternal curbed endlinehere  hand trembling towards hand the amazing lights of heart and eye endlinehere  they stood on supreme heights endlinehere  ah the delirious weeks of honeymoon endlinehere  soon they returned and after strange adventures settled at balham by the end of june their money was in can endlinehere  debentures and in antofagastas endlinehere  still he went cityward daily still she did abide at home endlinehere  and both were really quite content with work and social pleasures endlinehere  they left three children beside george who drank the eldest jane who married mr endlinehere  bell william the head clerk in the county bank and henry a stock broker doing well endlinehere  i have risen to the uttermost heaven of joy i have sunk to the sheer hell of pain but its not going to happen again my boy its not going to happen again endlinehere  all in the town were still asleep when the sun came up with a shout and a leap endlinehere  in the lonely streets unseen by man a little dog danced endlinehere  and the day began endlinehere  all his life hed been good as far as he could and the poor little beast had done all that he should endlinehere  but this morning he swore by odin and thor and the canine valhalla hed stand it no more endlinehere  so his prayer he got granted to do just what he wanted prevented by none for the space of one day endlinehere  he fought with the he dogs and winked at the she dogs a thing that had never been heard of before endlinehere  for the stigma of gluttony i care not a button endlinehere  he cried and ate all he could swallow and more endlinehere  he took sinewy lumps from the shins of old frumps and mangled the errand boys when he could get em endlinehere  he shammed furious rabies and bit all the babies and followed the cats up the trees and then ate em endlinehere  when the blood red sun had gone burning down and the lights were lit in the little town outside in the gloom of the twilight grey the little dog died when hed had his day endlinehere  unstumbling unreluctant strong unknowing borne by a will not his that lifts that grows sweeps out to darkness triumphing in his goal out of the fire out of the little room endlinehere  i only know that as he turned to go and waved his hand in his young eyes a sudden glory shone and i was dazzled by a sunset glow and he was gone endlinehere  in alien earth across a troubled sea his body lies that was so fair and young endlinehere  his mouth is stopped with half his songs unsung his arm is still that struck to make men free endlinehere  but let no cloud of lamentation be where on a warriors grave a lyre is hung endlinehere  we keep the echoes of his golden tongue we keep the vision of his chivalry endlinehere  so israels joy the loveliest of kings smote now his harp and now the hostile horde endlinehere  to day the starry roof of heaven rings with psalms a soldier made to praise his lord and david rests beneath eternal wings song on his lips and in his hand a sword endlinehere  then recollecting laughingly you turn and look into my eyes and take my hand endlinehere  out of the primal dark he leapt like lyric lark singing his aubade strain then fell to earth again endlinehere  we garner all he gave and on his hero grave for love and honour strew rosemary myrtle rue endlinehere  son of the morning we had kept you thankfully but yours the asphodel hail singer and farewell endlinehere  what lineage so noble as from sires laureled by freedom endlinehere  for who but the brave have glory to transmit endlinehere  the heros grave blooms ever endlinehere  those crowns not cold from death sweat on the brow at sight of apparitions with fixed stare but warm with summer conjuring beauties rare wilt not endlinehere  they are dewed daily by your vow daughters of sires who to no thrall would bow endlinehere  which at the alter with raised hands ye swear cheering the blessed spirits gathered there that like their mothers are their daughters now endlinehere  true women and therefore craft foilers clever with sons for your hearts utterance ye sue not but like barry to the british crew ye cry out what endlinehere  these colors since they drew their first star breath are gods and gods forever endlinehere  ye know the leopard changes not his spots endlinehere  the prince of peace who spake eternal truth confirmed this fact of nature endlinehere  oh yea this beast makes his own desert still and ireland india and egypt show his spots so spread he is one ghastly glow aye as your sires saw him from bunker hill endlinehere  oh vain gold rubs the skin and press shouts lo endlinehere  it has not now one spot of threatening ill endlinehere  o daughters of the brave well ye abjure the fiend and all his works endlinehere  o mothers as you lift your babes and gaze into their eyes your love runs through their vains in crimson flushes oh your love that pains at any of gods creatures hurt endlinehere  that stays the heavens may pass away but that remains being of christ who walks earth mother ways endlinehere  oh like your sires you too know freedoms worth to human spirit endlinehere  for its liberation a god unrealmed himself by tribulation and was an out cast on a scornful earth endlinehere  christ is no myth and since with human birth he forms new heavens for blissful habitation there unto is the freedom of the nation all other trend is down to dark and dearth endlinehere  when from the darkness rainbowed birth comes pouring your virtue heeds the voice eternity re echos let them come endlinehere  tis natures plea for broadening progress nay tis god imploring the human to take strength for liberty truth honor to catch up to the stars a soaring endlinehere  o daughters of brave sires what is true glory endlinehere  no marsh ward falling star however bright endlinehere  tis inspirational its upward flight lifts generations such your fathers story and also yours for is not that too gory endlinehere  you pour out your hearts blood in sons to fight for honor and cease not till every right has been set down in triumphs inventory endlinehere  oh into daughters too old noble mothers endlinehere  if christs foreshadowing in judas haze was of his grief tis of his triumph here for is not his celestrial glory clear in freedom for all men endlinehere  first gaseous rays in maryland then rounded firm full blaze in the republic it draws every sphere of human welfare whether far or near from depths occult to nights with dawns and days endlinehere  oh ever mothers shaping robust youth no less than infant and as perfectly endlinehere  theres life blood to their veins from when on knee to when thy battle from your broadening ruth for human kind and fervent love of truth endlinehere  if like their fathers they have come to be the wonder of the world for liberty your virtue tis that in their valor greweth endlinehere  oh as the roman mother when she showed for jewels her two sons saw each of them in times tiara glittering there a gem so see your offspring shine endlinehere  the light bestowed your fathers in your sons is diamond flame encircling freedoms ocean walled abode endlinehere  soar thou aloft though thou ascend alone o human spirit endlinehere  thou canst not be lost endlinehere  what though yon stars the azures nightly frost melt dark or mount round thee an arctic zone endlinehere  thou hast sun warmth and star source of thine own endlinehere  if thou mount not how bitter is the cost endlinehere  what anguish when whirled down or tempest tossed to know how high toward god thou mightst have flown endlinehere  vault godward poet endlinehere  what though few may climb the mountain and the star on trail of thee endlinehere  thy wing flash beams toward man and if it be true inspiration whether thought sublime or fervor for the truth or liberty thy light will reach the earth in goodly time endlinehere  on them he breathes with dream and lo endlinehere  an angel with a sword agleam twix the old world and new for justices sake endlinehere  what sea so broad as that from human weeping endlinehere  or sun so flaming as the angels sword of human and devine wills in accord endlinehere  there with sword flash of myriad waves joy leaping shall loom forever freedoms watch and ward with the new world in his seraphic keeping endlinehere  this is thy glory man that thou art free endlinehere  tis in thy freedom thy resemblance lies to thy creator endlinehere  nature which tide wise is flood and ebb bounds not sky flight for thee endlinehere  as the sun arises from the sea startling all beauty god ward thou dost rise with mind to god in heaven from finite ties and there in freedom thou art great as he endlinehere  meeting thy god with mind tis thine to choose wheather to follow him with love and soar or dream him myth and rather than adore plunge headlong into natures whirl and ooze endlinehere  thine is full freedom endlinehere  could god do more to liken thee to him and love infuse endlinehere  god loves the stars else why star shape the dew for the unbreathing shy heart hiding rose endlinehere  and when earth darkens and the north wind blows why into stars flake every clouds black brew endlinehere  what fitter forms for longings high and true mans hopes ideals than bright orbs like those asbine from natures dawn to natures close in clusters prisming every dazzling hue endlinehere  i hear thy far off cry where thou art lone a john the baptist lo endlinehere  one greater nears endlinehere  what is this greater this which is to meet the planets and ascend high high and higher endlinehere  the right of human spirit to aspire and mount unhampered and by act complete creations harmony as by desire proclaimed by brain with throb by heart with beat endlinehere  in thy descent through azures all aglow with circling spheres the beauty of each blaze and grandeur then of all entrance thy gaze endlinehere  thou thinkest why not thus all life below endlinehere  perceiving then that all the breezes blow upward and onward in the skyey maze thou wouldst go back and start with them to raise a new creation from chaotic throe endlinehere  fain we follow thee in flight from chaos to gods glory round and round aloft endlinehere  how like an elk pursued by hound to brinks thou springest toward the distant height and on bent knees then speedest without sound like faith through death till lo endlinehere  thou dost alight endlinehere  ye wreaches who would lay proud englands head upon the block and raise her features then bloodless and ghastly for the scorn of men endlinehere  go where terrors spread their sea and forest mouths to crush you dead endlinehere  oh how the clouds shall crimson from each glen a roar with blaze and flame search out each fen if back to us yea eer are vomited endlinehere  to this parental blessing and god speed the pilgrim fathers gladly made reply these waves are consciences wings along the sky they carry us to god whose call we heed endlinehere  the further from thy coast of hate and lie the nearer god endlinehere  that is our creed endlinehere  o sun and stars endlinehere  bear ye earths thanks to god for oh endlinehere  what waters slaking every thirst of heart mind spirit in long cascades burst from plymouth rock when struck by freedoms rod endlinehere  no wanderer in the burning sand unshod plods man with lolling tongue dog like as erst for lo endlinehere  this fountain deepening from the first floods earths old wells and greens lifes sand to sod endlinehere  oh more those waters than the font of youth for which through field and swamp the spaniard ran endlinehere  for they are clear with gods eternal truth of fatherhood hence brotherhood of man and are no dream endlinehere  they quench all human drouth and cleanse mans desert dust of sect and clan endlinehere  of expeditions in the arctic past all honor to the one that reached the pole and formed a settlement where every soul enjoyed full freedom endlinehere  there above the blast how musical the bell by justice cast endlinehere  it ceased to toll after a while but why endlinehere  those welcomed stole and dragged it where the ice formed thick and fast endlinehere  of arctic expeditions there is none so profitable to the human race as that toward freedoms pole and hence men face all storms to reach it endlinehere  if they fail the sun has but one joy to thaw out wrecks and trace mans progress where alone it can be done endlinehere  say what is ma jest y without externals endlinehere  is burkes analysis not right a jest endlinehere  ah but a jest at which the poor oft pressed to their last heart drop laugh not like court journals endlinehere  blares the tyrants horn and in a thrice the tories gather endlinehere  eagerly they band for is the king not greater than the land endlinehere  and rows with royalty a rabbles vice endlinehere  besides what creeping tribes at his command and spies and hessians at a ferrets price endlinehere  shouts freedom to her sons endlinehere  how like jobs war horse they gulp down the ground to battle endlinehere  what care they how foes surround endlinehere  oh joy to celts nigh half the true and bold endlinehere  there with the roar of all their wrongs uprolled from ancient depths they dash with billow bound up rock and summit and through cave and mound spurning both tyrants steel and treasons gold endlinehere  no tide are they to ebb in heart and spirit endlinehere  the wounded sidney who despite his thirst gave water to his comrade shines a lamp in the cimerian dark of britains camp endlinehere  even the raleigh who so finely versed preferred to such a light the flame accursed of sword and torch to please a royal vamp endlinehere  is british triumph in its world wide tramp the hell still lower than lowest miltons worst endlinehere  is british soldiery the swine in whose gross forms the fiends exercised flew endlinehere  watch them through the ages they pursue the noble and devour all things divine endlinehere  they illustrate horrors which prove true the hell which miltons glimpse could not outline endlinehere  freedom glares and pallid as a ghost except for gashes on her brow and breast and faint from hunger sits awhile to rest endlinehere  with france and erin heartening washington prone freedom rose with head above the cloud endlinehere  beholding her transfigured thrall is cowed endlinehere  his minions are bewildered endlinehere  some follow him against the rising sun others plod north endlinehere  the torries vaster crowd hide in dark places and like satan proud they hate the glory that the true have won endlinehere  thou beheldest them endlinehere  who loosed our land from britains numbing hold endlinehere  they who had naught to loose the tories say that is not menials in the kings sure pay nor mongrels chained to guard their masters gold endlinehere  they were true men endlinehere  their spirit young and bold with dreams played follow master climbing day from deepest night to catch the sun and stay his glory for the world then whiteing cold endlinehere  though darkness be far vaster than the lamp it is the beams that lead to progress count endlinehere  to manhood with the virtues to surmount such darknesses as valley forges camp and seas deep hells sky reaching broadening fount honor endlinehere  the ages shout on triumphs tramp endlinehere  when hurled from heaven tis thought the fiends of pride caught earth to brake their fall endlinehere  the regions gave and sank with all the hosts beneath the wave endlinehere  tis in those sunken regions which divide the new world of the resolute and brave from the old world of king and abject slave where torries counterfeiting satan hide endlinehere  old guard of boston endlinehere  halt right face attention endlinehere  order one quell the weeds in rankest riot where lies elisha brown in conscience quiet endlinehere  this brown was johns precursor endlinehere  ye on pension for ancient glory now do duty endlinehere  mention elishas name for countersign and why it endlinehere  because with him wrong seen was to defy it and act else was beyond his comprehension endlinehere  what is it that today we celebrate with school recital banquet and parade of our achievements pageanting each trade endlinehere  if not un englishing america in mind and heart forever vain the shrieks of freedom eagling back to dawns first streaks endlinehere  oh yea the sun stands and the night afar holds thrall whose craft would swamp our noblest peaks and leave but bubbling mud show where they are endlinehere  glory flings his arms round thee and proudly holds thee in his high caress endlinehere  what charms him mother is thy nobleness of spirit endlinehere  in thee i glory endlinehere  can the world else boast a harbor like thy heart for every sail in flight from sea toss white with horrors gale or icebergs from despondence polar coast endlinehere  oh fleets whose throngs glad freedom well may hail for landing they became her staunchest host endlinehere  with what wild glee the british set on fire yon capital beholding in its flames america robed in her deeds and fames in death throes at the stake of englands ire endlinehere  though that was long ago and then no pyre the stake still stands tis anglo saxon claims and arnolds bearing infamys last names tilt schools to raise the stake flames high and higher endlinehere  oh sight to strike the coming ages dead my country were a cloud thy mocking crown and schools ignited by truths lamps hurled down to feed that cloud like craters inly red endlinehere  mock with cloud thy land and sea renown and washington gods holy spirit known by the unerring world light that it shed endlinehere  behold ye here the happy hunting grounds where the great spirit called democracy sets every heart and soul forever free an equity not royal grant sets bounds endlinehere  no phaeton attempting phoebus rounds and burning up earths grass and forestry is lust for power tis love for liberty with bloom and birds for wheel sparks here resounds endlinehere  it is the land of spirit endlinehere  ye who enter abandon first all fratricidal hate proclaims the edict blazoned oer each gate endlinehere  there see all tribes chase truth to joy the center convexing broad and broader as more great their numbers from where prejudice is mentor endlinehere  hark tis the sea endlinehere  how leonine its roar endlinehere  but oh how more the lion on a height as there he glares and listens for the night having devoured days clouds from shore to shore endlinehere  now grows his mane of billows high and hoar endlinehere  potencies escaping sight till like the cold they icily alight upon a land where all was spring before endlinehere  the sun darts under earth and east again what sees he endlinehere  what is the blight to spring that kills the seed and raises spectres so that stars cry see endlinehere  aghast at forests white or shadowy endlinehere  the scorn of human rights that can but lead the world from doom to doom endlinehere  and for what mead endlinehere  a bronze for rain and rust or effigy for nibbling minutes ah not hours endlinehere  these flee to lifes progression truth and kindly deed endlinehere  closely scanned they are gross worms each with the thought to grow the conqueror as staged by edgar poe for darking planets and a world last manned endlinehere  how weird a whisper endlinehere  tis from wallabout endlinehere  tis glory hoarse with calling raise those hulks where writhe my faithful endlinehere  those mangled thousands are not dead they live refashioned men by freedom endlinehere  is the tory behind the sun to mock me who am glory being the lifted life those martyrs give endlinehere  he creeps beneath the sun and ghastly gory crys out thou yet shall be the fugitive endlinehere  oh weirder grows the whisper into word as sharp as lightening and as broad of reach as seas flung down by god to every beach where thirsts a sparrow or a bleating herd endlinehere  the shouts of millions shake oblivions mire and raise thralls hulks endlinehere  justices stooping sun seeing in agonys each a washington breaths life in them and over brooklyns spire and new yorks babel tower they one by one hold libertys broading torch of quenchless fire endlinehere  hate thou not any man for at the worst he still is brother endlinehere  will a glance not find whole peoples alchemied from heart and mind to steal projectiles by a craft accursed by human nature endlinehere  aye for as they burst at dusk or midnight slamming heaven behind and crashing hell wide open tis mankind is shattered and quick gulping grave slake thirst endlinehere  hate thou no man but scorn all crafts that smelt the heart and mind for huge projectiles shattered when bursting grandly that some pride be flattered endlinehere  nature beholds not saxon slav nor celt she only sees the human fragments scattered and covering them her eyes to rivers melt endlinehere  have i ever been untrue endlinehere  when to thy moan of hunger anywhere have i been deaf endlinehere  was i not quick to share my little nay give all endlinehere  i knew thy beauty and my love such passion grew at thy distresses what would i not dare endlinehere  so though the bellow like a grizzly bear reared up before me on to thee i flew endlinehere  is thy beauty without heart or sense of justice endlinehere  unto whom art thou indebted for thine arm encircling now the world sun like more than to me endlinehere  my part i glory in for i have kept my vow endlinehere  i hold thee now to thine if true thou art endlinehere  when a haggard fugitive thy dwelling was a swamp who first to trace thy crimson footprints to thy hiding place endlinehere  with signs thou hadst not many days to live i found thee endlinehere  had the sun more heart to give to warm thee than i gave endlinehere  ah then and there thy heart said to my heart ill would i fare without thee endlinehere  i give love for love believe endlinehere  thy silence when in glory troubles me endlinehere  warm blood dashed back cold chills to the bone endlinehere  what do i ask for endlinehere  only erins own that which god gave her and if true it be thou art the minister of justice grown thy gratitude should thunder gods decree endlinehere  why bemoan one island in the sea when i can range like mountains or the sun above all clouds and rosy from my run to god like morn chant praise since flesh of thee endlinehere  oh yea my pride and transport verily is thou and i eternally are one and this god passion which no power can stun i owe to her who gave her soul to me endlinehere  tis liberty to whose most blessed birth the stars all lead rejoicing which souls thee with gods compassion for humanity that i invoke and now when all the earth bears palms and chants hosannas what endlinehere  shall she the most devout be shut from freedoms mirth endlinehere  all english glory is in kiplings boots endlinehere  read that poem true and answer are those maddening men not you endlinehere  boots boots boots and no discharge from war that is the empires anthem endlinehere  brass it out ye orchestras endlinehere  but oh leave not in doubt its import kipling that tis maelstrom roar tis englands streams of home life world about and down a gulf for greed and pride on shore endlinehere  aye weapons only for to whom belong the minds of england and treed fields of song nay all but grave ground grudged by hill and plain endlinehere  o english people whom the crafty class has huddled into graves from sight and sound of what god hands you and with pence or pound lids down your wild dead stare wake endlinehere  see in the celts spring burst from underground the human resurrection come to pass endlinehere  oh what are englands lines of lords and kings shakespeare to thine a throb with thought and feeling endlinehere  the righteousness of england endlinehere  tis to kneel full weight on weaker nations and entone hosannas louder than the victims groan then stooping drink their blood with gulps of zeal endlinehere  what right have wounds though wide to throb or feel endlinehere  tis blasphemy to englands crimson throne endlinehere  knee deep in erins blood she mocks christs moan forgive them lord endlinehere  they know not their true weal endlinehere  whose is the fault endlinehere  tis not my arrogance but candor lord that puts the blame on thee endlinehere  what right hadst thou to make these people free and let all nature prompt them to advance endlinehere  oh no such blunder lord hadst thou called me instead of wisdom to approve thy plans endlinehere  the bards curse ruin seize thee ruthless king took bat like form for hollow echo flight endlinehere  oh to my sight how grows its grimness while eternaling endlinehere  deep are the minds of wales but far more deep the horror gulfed out by mccreedy firing on men defenseless and through want expiring endlinehere  oh from that gulf the bards curse makes a sweep up to the sun and from its long desiring grown eagle shrieks to heaven from steep to step endlinehere  a dirty work said dyer rebuked for spilling hundreds of lives to irrigate new lands endlinehere  a dirty work but not for british hands dabbling in blood to earn each day their shilling endlinehere  mohawk valley and wyoming chilling with thought of tarletons king serving bands and canada red clayed though high snow stands cry work for which the british are too willing endlinehere  invaded lands need terror irrigation to make them fruitful endlinehere  the ocean holding pure the azures blue laughs at the tempests with one empires dust after an other to round out earths crust endlinehere  look in the sea and deep what scattered rock the islands which at dusk the tempest piled endlinehere  ere rose a star they sank with crews beguiled endlinehere  o tempests that with world formations mock the good creator how as ye grow wild earth quakes and no live thing survives the shock endlinehere  our country is not rock and wood and stream but soul transfusing them endlinehere  what is the soul endlinehere  the soul then our true country is the brave who fought and bled for freedom or will fight to their last pulse last breath for human right endlinehere  oh how like bubbles in the wave are the sierras in cerulean flight to thy true grandeur letting nought enslave endlinehere  o thou art character art only those who formed the good and great by thought or deed endlinehere  no mere foot shadow on times wall art thou without eye sparkle swing of arm warm flow from heart to vain and cheeks with health of glow endlinehere  oh tis eternal heights reflect thy brow and shoulders that avert mans overthrow threatened all times and never more than now endlinehere  oh what if lone and long thy lofty flight my country endlinehere  is thy vision not as clear as that of vesper dauntless pioneer on twilights altitude endlinehere  how thy lone loftness aloof from wrong refracting man ward gods enrapturing smile of fruitful fields leads legions endlinehere  on they file and phalanx and the vision makes thee strong what though gods searchlight flares the sky the while endlinehere  it nears not thee ear close to heavens high song endlinehere  from out a desert where the trails run red judah and erin speed their camel pace sighting green palms endlinehere  who in descent from heavens ecstatic throng was twin to light and ranged from source to sea and shore to peak and god drew up to thee the generations happy pure and strong endlinehere  freedom as erins was ere ruthless wrong caught scourged and hanged it on the out laws tree and is for lo endlinehere  it proves divinity transfiguring from anguish ages long endlinehere  true they have strangled freedom on the cross of every rights suppression nay have barred his bodys tomb and placed a host on guard endlinehere  still he is risen his faithful mourn no loss endlinehere  he shines forth in their midst endlinehere  no bolts retard his entrance where grand aims for life engross endlinehere  the fight in ireland is twixt man and brute endlinehere  a lion with the sea surge for his mane is there hurled back by man with proud disdain although heart drained with gash from head to foot endlinehere  oh in that eden of forbidden fruit how satan searching for a snake in vain fumed forth a monster from his heart and brain the lion as the serpents substitute endlinehere  oh all ye peoples of the world draw nigh endlinehere  how help love thee whose hand raised to the sun glows rosy and not red with murders stain endlinehere  the angels kiss it endlinehere  force can forge no chain to drag thee false ward endlinehere  like a holy nun stigmated how thy faith grows with thy pain aye till thy cross like constantines has won endlinehere  in rapt roused erin who does not behold a venus rising from the sea of tears up to her native earth illuming spheres endlinehere  where the green and orange morn unfurls see erin rise endlinehere  how shine her golden tresses endlinehere  they form her crown for trailing rocks down whirls and reaching all the under sea recesses they draw about her brow the rarest pearls love for what frees and hate for what oppresses endlinehere  look human nature endlinehere  where else canst thou boast to the eternal stars so grand a sight endlinehere  how men there ennoble human kind by making liberty the light to peace endlinehere  who but sees in the unconquerable celtic mind that even in time there are eternities love true to right and will no wrong can bind endlinehere  why play with words endlinehere  there never can be peace till ireland is set free endlinehere  her spirit is no norbury banshee to wail and then to vanish endlinehere  she will stand with lifted flambeau lighted by the hand that lights the stars till she again is free inspiring normal man in every land with love of freedom by her scorn of thee endlinehere  stop foul god slaughter where to not rebel in order to develop and excel were god in man succumbed to age longed blights endlinehere  where heavenward rose the god in man of old staunch stand these wardens endlinehere  sleepless they behold each turn of englands evil eye endlinehere  they call when she would form the fulminate of gold a thumb and finger pinch of which let fall might blast columbias peaks to slit of thrall endlinehere  of all the fulminates gold is the worst which england aeroplaning now lets drop by day and night in bank press church and shop timed to the minute that it is to burst endlinehere  list to demosthenes if not to hearst sublime republic endlinehere  lest thy great heart stop shocked by the blast of freedoms every prop and bats and owls in dwellings humans erst endlinehere  she drops her gold in creeping beneath free athens sky ascending stair endlinehere  watch her with glance of sword endlinehere  oh watch for where she sows her gold she comes with scythes for reaping endlinehere  is athens in ascent with sun light flare to come down ashes not worth historys keeping endlinehere  sole trail as time who peers through grief discerns endlinehere  o caledonia by thy burns brave song and deeds of wallace and paul jones for right thy mother knows thee in the dark of night and claps thee heart close endlinehere  she cries out be strong soul of my soul endlinehere  though not a boswell quite still be whole man endlinehere  remember glencoes wrong endlinehere  theres englands soul of merciless intriguing endlinehere  tis the bagpipes welcoming the guest endlinehere  see the assembly dance and feast endlinehere  oh watch the open heart and flow of good old scotch the english come as friends must have the best endlinehere  there hospitality is at top notch and so is treachery in britains breast endlinehere  the cock crows endlinehere  is he dreaming endlinehere  tis dark still endlinehere  he crows again and now from farm to farm his fellows echo far his dazed alarm and flap of wings on fences endlinehere  with such lamp in hand as glencoes horror thou hast england true endlinehere  why let froude fiction haze thy vivid view endlinehere  put not thy light out for sound sleep but stand and answer when the mother whom thou drew thy soul from cries glencoe endlinehere  when black and taned endlinehere  o canada long red with cottage flame from britains torch endlinehere  thy blasts milk not the cloud to nourish hope instead they spread the shroud on human spirit answering freedoms claim endlinehere  whence comes the cold which icicles with shame thy hearts niagara that should thunder loud unto thy far off soul in sorrow bowed oer papineau whom thraldom could not tame endlinehere  whence comes this cold to freedoms claim endlinehere  we know only too well from creatures of the king who had dragged hell of every poisonous thing and through our country had spread waste and woe endlinehere  beaten at last they flocked like carion crow on the dead body of their will to sting which drifting northward and enlargening loomed dantes nimrod mid the arctic snow endlinehere  with sun warmth for truth and human right is boreus met endlinehere  who hurles him down the deep endlinehere  look close tis gladden who on freedoms steep is as inspiring as on andes height the great christ statue bidding rancor sleep and lifes diverging rays in love beam light endlinehere  why all this sleigh bell rhyming endlinehere  god said to wrong no further shalt thou go endlinehere  this monroe heard and held then in his heart endlinehere  it was this he repeated when on chart he made his markings checking freedoms foe endlinehere  god never grants to wrong the right to grow because he sets its bounds does not impart his blessing on its growth more than its start his blessing goes to right to overthrow endlinehere  oh let thine eyes for migratory flight speed southward endlinehere  passing prejudices lake green crusted with stagnation which some take for verdure they will see from andes height how freedoms battle forms the red day break and tides are swells from thrall hurled deep from sight endlinehere  from south to north no sky is black but thine endlinehere  we seek no annexation but of mind heart spirit endlinehere  rise and be one on the new worlds star top of liberty endlinehere  the angels come in dreams says holy writ and science says no sleep so deep but dreams endlinehere  whose pure soul and heart embrace translates me into heaven i draw for breath the joy of angels who have not known death endlinehere  child like i look up in thy loving face else gaze around and point and curious place my hand on mottoes hung on high endlinehere  one saith beware for he not with me scatterith endlinehere  its meaning comes to me with growth like grace endlinehere  think the tyrant whose great soul is trade whose history a crater belching black and lurid keeps glad easter morning back from half the world loves thee save to invade as blackward planned endlinehere  loves thee along whose track march human rights up to the stars parade endlinehere  there where the tyrant long has loomed wreck crowned are young and old hurled to the coast and blast endlinehere  frail are their ships still sun why glare aghast watching the billows monstering around endlinehere  the soul of man was not born to be drowned endlinehere  it mounts and mounts till at gods throne at last and freedom welcomes it with arms sky vast as down it comes to meet thrall and confound endlinehere  o deathless spirit born of hosts sea hurled who hast out soared nights stars with agonys cry for justice endlinehere  thou hast come down from the sky heralding doom to thrall whose flag unfurled by steel or craft shows as tis hoisted high the blood of man and ruin of the world endlinehere  what is the truth endlinehere  the thought the act or cry recasting the supreme intelligence all else is false endlinehere  where are stars so dense that each has not the freedom of the sky endlinehere  and still what peace what glory reigns on high endlinehere  with the wisdom of the heavens dispense endlinehere  the peace for which our longings grow intense comes through the stars to earth and but thereby endlinehere  what splits dark mid night and gives earth a thrill endlinehere  all stars merged into one our countrys aim endlinehere  it is a lightening formed by god to flame across the ages and flash bolts to kill the stranglers who the heart or spirit main or choke black in the face a peoples will endlinehere  who is to rise and hurl gods flame world wide as lincoln hurled it setting free a race from sphinx shaped wrong a beast with human face endlinehere  that shattered how our land rose glorified and from the stars last laggard soared their guide endlinehere  oh who can take promethean lincolns place to bring light where so ever he can trace a human with his rights to soul denied endlinehere  he must be one not only to illume all ages and not leave one region dim but at no height allow his senses swim or let mirages lure him with false bloom endlinehere  here one comes with all the virtues prim to hurl gods fire and end all human gloom endlinehere  tis wilson takes gods flame from lincolns hand endlinehere  why not hurl them and convince the world that hence forth not one thrall shall stand endlinehere  wilsons arm lacks strength to hurl the flame god gave to lincoln for the human race endlinehere  quenched by dark space endlinehere  no it describes an orbit there the same as comets and regains its heavenly place for one to hurl it true and doom earths shame endlinehere  in wilson we beheld and proudly hailed the worlds deliverer endlinehere  in him we saw a luminous being rise from earth and draw all lands above the clouds endlinehere  we were regaled with justice cascades flow long ice impaled upon high mountains endlinehere  was not natures thaw from his heart heat for truth eternal law endlinehere  his was the heat of all the stars he scaled endlinehere  though his ascension was like christs sublime with lift of continents and every isle he less than christ succumbed to demon guile endlinehere  oh god that he should drop his mountain climb below sea level and let earth the while fall back and settle in primeval slime endlinehere  oh such his truth to god so oft avowed a spirit thundred from a luminous cloud this man crowns lincolns work endlinehere  oh had he read his bible where st endlinehere  paul grown man put off child things or had not smiled when told strong ego oft is man grown child endlinehere  who sees not an epochs angel fall from hope for earth in wilsons truth beguiled by second childhoods toys to play with thrall endlinehere  our country still is in the womb dark time endlinehere  it shows life by its brisk and robust turns which thrill the mother liberty who yearns to see her man child born endlinehere  oh how sublime with genius not of one but every climb where art forms beauty or the spirit spurns the foul and spurious her desire that burns prenatally in him to form him prime endlinehere  oh people all italian spanish french dutch english irish german jew and greek what see you as you climb the futures peak endlinehere  what looms there shall wrench from life all monsters out from hell to seek dead consciences and plague earth with their stench endlinehere  ascend o land of every creed and race endlinehere  not thy full image in new englands brook nor in the souths lagoon though there a look delights us with thy chubby infant face endlinehere  tis seas of joy that shorelessly replace the ocean which in time of old forsook the prairies for the cloud or spring in nook that show thee grown through gods abundant grace endlinehere  behold two fleets the one with woe for trail the other rapture endlinehere  as they sight the strait through which but one can pass greed urged by hate drives thraldoms crafts with help of steam and gale endlinehere  they feel their way endlinehere  the guns with which they hale raise jets that look tall elms from hope the gate to peace the palace then their speed is great manoeuvering fast to head off or assail endlinehere  drawing the sea up for his driving steam greed breaks all mirrors in his grand state room that show him dark inevitable doom close hovering and exults i am supreme endlinehere  when seas lack water for my funnel fume i bid life send its every crimson stream endlinehere  in the darkness lowers boat after boat from freedoms fleet and each with lightening oars endlinehere  treasons to god and country are the rowers endlinehere  they are the gold and hireling brain that gloat on conscience body with face down afloat endlinehere  why hail they greed to run on menial chores from deck to deck or to and from all shores endlinehere  to ensure the payment of a note endlinehere  meanwhile brisk freedoms fleets with justice manned and cosmic full momentum for their speed confront the crafts fired up by fiendish greed endlinehere  a clash and lo endlinehere  they pass the strait and land leaving in smoldering heaps like autumns weed the hulks of thrall along times vultured strand endlinehere  are lust for gold and power not hideous spawn of prehistoric reptiles that had wings endlinehere  where eer those crawled they chawed all greening things and when they mounted how their lengths full drawn basked barren in the sun before the dawn absorbing all its rays from budding springs endlinehere  these drain lifes dawn and by impoverishings draw and reduce to pulp frail consciences endlinehere  oh yea bewinged with legislative crime they bask in sunlight eer the east sky greys and drag the soul of man from gods embrace of rights and freedom endlinehere  oh how long a time shall reptiles deadly to the human race be let grow wings and heavenward trail their slime endlinehere  what though fine graphic sketches in magazines show them with shoulders bold against the nights flood gates of dark and cold endlinehere  all effort is but life in death throw stretches endlinehere  o heart and brain who see the father load his train with food not for the few but all and hear train whistlings in march winds jay call and ground hog sniffs endlinehere  o heart and brain it rest with you how long the legislative wreckers shall prevail endlinehere  ye have the power to balk them endlinehere  regain your legislatures endlinehere  man them strong and drive thence all sleek hounds trust trained to trail safe outlaws paths to fastnesses of wrong endlinehere  was ever such unblushing harlotry such sale of virtue in the market place as by the press endlinehere  the red paint on her face is degradations mark endlinehere  alas that she born to bring forth the truth still is so base she kills her child and then to hide all trace cracks bone by bone to dust too fine to see endlinehere  o press poor harlot of the tyrant gold what freedom but from truth hast thou to boast endlinehere  hark who now speaks is murdered truths pale ghost conceiving life oh bring it forth endlinehere  aye hold thy child on high with love as priest the host endlinehere  crush not its bones with smile and eyes set cold endlinehere  the focus of all rays passing through nature and the soul and mind endlinehere  it is the sun of suns around which wind the heavens and all the worlds endlinehere  such is its blaze that had it not at intervals a haze grading both angel and the human kind the bright arch angel would be stricken blind to grope in heaven a homer sighing lays endlinehere  what less could fitly crown omnipotence than truth the focus of all rays in good endlinehere  there it shines upon the holy rood breaking through clouds a massing dark and dense from countless ages cains to brotherhood with rays of pardon for the worlds offense endlinehere  they know not what they do endlinehere  all grandeurs gathered as a dazzling crown for thee in barter for thy knees least bend the demon dashed to fragments to times end endlinehere  there born anew in spirit we look down and in the ocean of thy prayer amend see but earths monsters with the demons drown endlinehere  thought is truths echo not her glorious eyes beholding god nor her white arms of light lifted in worship endlinehere  following truth our flight at highest range is where our echo dies endlinehere  oh all your power and beauty earth and skys endlinehere  and soul and mind endlinehere  your beauty and your might truth gathers in one flash and catching sight of god lifts high in loves full sacrifice endlinehere  twixt truth and thought what truth is oft is space wherein with intuition for her wing the soul mounts endlinehere  it is there i hear her sing lo truth so swift aloft thought dies in chase turns earthward and the gifts her white arms bring are outshone by gods glory in her face endlinehere  ah what is heaven endlinehere  such glory that sun light seems darkness and mass music shell shut sound endlinehere  what we call senses here there so abound the soul appears a broadening heaven in flight feathered and downed with all the stars whose white is all hues mingled endlinehere  oh the awe profound endlinehere  for every moment there new heavens astound the myriad senses with gods love and might endlinehere  if holy holy holy evermore endlinehere  was not humility the earthward stair from highest heaven by which god came to men to show the way aloft to human ken endlinehere  ah by what other pass are men to fare through mist and cloud except the path aflare with his blest steps from heaven and up again endlinehere  steps not from star to star but fen to fen that all might follow and not one despair endlinehere  oh steps of love endlinehere  could we reach with our eyes their fulgence we would shrink back with dismay for though tis through the worlds contempt move they hark endlinehere  how the hidden choirs of countless skies chant at all heights lo god comes by this way and makes world wide his stair to paradise endlinehere  oh cataracts beyond the angels count pause and shine pendant over every deep of heart mind spirit endlinehere  how down they sweep to basic good where massing they remount till mid gods many mansions high they leap forming forever joys most splendent fount endlinehere  when at gods fiat light flashed forth the beam evolved a million pigments as it sped to every nature endlinehere  for harboring meaner thought were to blaspheme endlinehere  what if the world be chaos where it sins race feuds creed hatreds falsehoods gross deceit intrigue and greed form swirling blinding sleet endlinehere  honor and truth though buried to their chins look up and smile for though the storms still beat the poets show tis spring not winter wins endlinehere  not mine the night that creeps beneath lifes sea or lurks within hopes ruins sunk below the desert or the stagnant pool oh no endlinehere  oh once the cold of all the unsunnd space was in my reptile life of soul wing bound but now soul free what warmth from stars all round endlinehere  tis not by strength of mine lord but thy grace my soul soars from the depths of sea or ground till at star heights it meets thee face to face endlinehere  what but the spirits ladder to gods throne is beauty endlinehere  ah there what joy my prize endlinehere  would that i had a dove for every boon endlinehere  the sun is gods great joy to human sight endlinehere  oh up and off in chariots sea endlinehere  and ride all generations up till mountain eyed to welcome earth ward gods supreme delight endlinehere  imagination swirls in swallow flight giddy with beauty deepening oh how glide from star to star to the haloes season dyed and countless endlinehere  its wings shrivel up like night endlinehere  oh yea the sun in one subliming rise from wisdoms infinite mind endlinehere  this reason knows endlinehere  it has no set endlinehere  there sense with weals or woes for beads or fingers count our shuts of eyes excluding knowledge endlinehere  gods joy to close and all its goodness break and drift cloud wise endlinehere  there are two darknesses one where the lord hides beauty that by which men know his face endlinehere  all in that darkness feel his fingers trace their features gently and their hearts record the feeling as of one whose eyes restored would see but for the fathers close embrace endlinehere  the other is the outer dark a place where hate turns black the light upon it poured endlinehere  a spirit passed the sun the moon and star and dwelled and dreamed in darkness all its own endlinehere  ah if where love was not he smiled elate his smile at god returned a lightening flash that shattered him endlinehere  he saw his planets clash burst and then by the downward law of hate sink and leave not a single spark nor ash for the new firmament he would create endlinehere  there are two gods one good the other ill endlinehere  they clash in nature so the persian taught and long a sect in europe spread the thought endlinehere  god said let there be light and light was made endlinehere  god made not darkness that is lights exclusion forming a region where in wild confusion men nations each a ferret blood eyed shade worry each other till with disillusion for lamp comes conscience crying god betrayed endlinehere  ah in the angel fall from heaven is hope endlinehere  the wing whir discord of the legions fall from god forever mocks my hearts loud call endlinehere  empty of beauty from its base to cope the earth is hollow endlinehere  where then can i grope and not be met by echoes that appal endlinehere  shouts my mind in wonder that i crawl and having skyey wings in hollows mope endlinehere  does scent from bloom or warble from the wood not atmosphere the un aerial void twixt thee and beauty which thy youth enjoyed endlinehere  fly back to earth by memory renewed she fills the hollow echoing hosts destroyed with spring reflecting heavens triumphant good endlinehere  in the dimple of thy cheek my love could live forever and be blest endlinehere  there with the sun a rose bud on thy breast how thou rejoicest hastening to speak to thy fond father endlinehere  oh how vain to seek a sweeter refuge for the spirits rest than mid thy blushes when thou marvelest at his great love for oh endlinehere  thy heart is meek endlinehere  in thy fathers arms thou art endlinehere  beauty is love and hence is heightening fire consuming nature endlinehere  all the dark can bring to quench it feeds it endlinehere  how everything is caught in the blaze which mounts up high and higher endlinehere  truly tis a vision to inspire the soul with transport more than joy can sing for if not for the blaze what cold would sting poor mortals who crowd round it nigh and nigher endlinehere  is beauty not the camp fire which one host leaves burning for another close behind endlinehere  yea yea the powers divine o human kind endlinehere  have left their camp fire burning on the coast where they embarked from glimpse of human mind to give you warmth and light to hold your post endlinehere  all beings legioning celestial light moved in procession toward a vacant throne endlinehere  their chant was faith and hope as now our own endlinehere  at last it came to pass their faith grew sight endlinehere  they saw one star in nights down fall stay white and by the holy spirit brighter blown ascend in heaven till there as high and lone as over natures marveling zenith height endlinehere  reaching the throne its queen this star became endlinehere  god lets drop blue doves which ground the mind like clover then with drawing to the skies his pleasure is to watch the flocks arise endlinehere  oh to his love how great our spirits worth endlinehere  each is as all endlinehere  in heaven no heart still heaves endlinehere  this temple is soul startling endlinehere  tis to me a thunder storm in stone with sinai flare across the ages endlinehere  tis the fiends despair and the arch angels triumph endlinehere  it sets free the mind and soul with certitude christs key which like the sun opes heaven the good and fair endlinehere  still oft what darkness drowns the suns noon glare within the temple endlinehere  tis from calvary endlinehere  oh tis from calvarys grief endlinehere  with heart pain and with quiver of the lip i bid my boy good bye with words of cheer endlinehere  i hug him to my heart to hide a tear and hold him close so long that no tongue slip could more betray my bodings for his ship or troop when landed endlinehere  it is when i hear my daughters voices that i shame off fear and take my boys both hands with firmest grip endlinehere  dost thou mad kaiser for historic name set fire to europe endlinehere  o twin of chaos endlinehere  peer thou through the haze endlinehere  tis human beings feed the crackling flame endlinehere  beware the smoke like etnas is the curse of widows on thy people dooming throne and in no country more than in thine own cry out all mothers wherefore bear and nurse endlinehere  to feed war with our sons our flesh and bone that chaos may reclaim the universe endlinehere  the german mother has too long been what a chancellor once called the kingdoms cow endlinehere  ah as she bears the droves for slaughter how her dumb beast eyes crave pity for her lot endlinehere  see there she smiles like loving god forgot all his supernal patience on her brow endlinehere  how long must her grand arch of brain as now bear up a universe of what should not endlinehere  there lies she crushed by troops in hot pursuit of mocking shadows for be gain complete what is it but twin brother to defeat endlinehere  stand up the dead on any bloody route endlinehere  stoop for no kiss from orphans at thy feet o triumph endlinehere  for ash cord is all thy fruit endlinehere  o fair full moon endlinehere  i look close at thy face endlinehere  thou must be happy being in the skys and yet thy flush grows pallor to mine eyes endlinehere  thou art as one who breathless after chase would rest but dreads to check her onward pace endlinehere  o fugitive from where no fledgling flies no bee finds bud and where red billows rise engulfing down dark years the human race endlinehere  o thou pale moon who hast companioned man through every darkness since the nights first fall endlinehere  how glares the tiger in his desert lair now half the world endlinehere  beholding with dismay that human freedom is the tigers prey a giant down whose shoulders broad and bare the long thick crimson flow is sampsons hair makes haste to clutch the beast endlinehere  oh how the clay beneath their struggle reddens night and day till lies the beast a shapeless carcass there endlinehere  where flies our flag is freedoms holy ground there it unfurls all benisons to man endlinehere  the twin of spring its spread unfolds gods plan of human happiness by setting bound to greed lust powers all colds that right be crowned endlinehere  where it leads ye youth form valors van mirrored and echoed by the azures span for ages for mans gain in yours is wound endlinehere  oh justices hot gulf stream are ye who open the sea which fiendish craft has frozen hard endlinehere  oh may your warmth for righteousness transform the tyrants artic region with no hope in to freedoms temperate zone which they who guard the planets save from wreck by quake or storm endlinehere  now and in life not virgil breaks a storm of harpies harsh to ear and foul to smell endlinehere  it sweeps wars lengthening coast where each sea swell is humans gasping endlinehere  tis the laughter of the stars at earth and natures too with every pitch of voice endlinehere  earths carnival of sheer grotesque and noise where gagged and manacled walk peace and mirth shows britain now a beast of broadening girth set out to crush world freedom endlinehere  he destroys and thinks his bear like rearing planet poise that is to influence the worlds new birth endlinehere  that is why the stars laugh and all nature jeers the show endlinehere  lord not thy work the worlds calamities but mans endlinehere  there the brine is anguish and there triumph leaves no sign save wreck on rock and plague adrift on breeze endlinehere  when nations turn from light in thought or life their speed is brink ward save thy mercy stay for all is precipice except thy way endlinehere  help lord for here is heightening surge of strife here clouds turn floods coasts are wind whirled like spray and lightenings hurling back thy light are rife endlinehere  religion is ascension endlinehere  tis the flights of souls to summits of the true and wise endlinehere  one witnessing the generations rise sees them a shine at countless different heights where they responding to their inner lights glow like the clouds at morn with graded dyes endlinehere  if summits there are depths if virtue vice hence tis lifes rise from falls that judgment sights endlinehere  how thy half century shines over head endlinehere  tis an unfading rain bow one whose dyes are richer and more numerous to the eyes of angels than to ours endlinehere  its rays if spread above a flood of sin and world of dead give to the drowned new life new earth new skies endlinehere  night counts her stars but falters when souls rise bright with the grace which gods annointed shed endlinehere  belovd irene how great our joy to see thine arch aglow with virtues every hue endlinehere  oh how much more must they rejoice who view from inner heaven the arch that is for thee triumphal endlinehere  for than vows like thine lived true no grander arch from earth to heaven could be endlinehere  the church triumphant shines in lives like thine calista endlinehere  tis the saints procession shown in dantes vision near lord jesus throne in greatening splendor never to decline endlinehere  ah if our minds grow dark our hearts repine how from sweet lives dear sister like thine own be mothering with mercy all who moan a light comes and a warmth is in its shine endlinehere  we shade our eyes as when we face the sun on level with the earth at lives all love the church triumphant as in heaven above endlinehere  aye lives all love for christ in every one who suffers wrong or any pain thereof as on his throne such lives as thine dear nun endlinehere  once blindness was a burning ship at sea with panic stricken souls on every deck endlinehere  the flame blew inward on that awful wreck burning the hopes that make life glad and free endlinehere  then through thee it was philanthropy who trains her searchlight on the smallest speck and speed out boats like horses neck to neck reached the dark hulk and thrilled its crew with glee endlinehere  the flame is quenched that burned out heart and brain endlinehere  the ship where woe was mute is loud with joy endlinehere  hear the cheer on board and cry ahoy endlinehere  as fast the sails are hoisted and the main tides back toward hope for every girl and boy who else might reach no star of nights whole train endlinehere  above and under life eternally a subtle light and dark run parallel endlinehere  one prompts men to build beauty cell by cell in home religion state society the other to destroy the fair they see endlinehere  like spring wilt thou roof earth with bloom and dwell thereunder endlinehere  or with scalping winters yell scour grove and bush endlinehere  choose how else art thou free endlinehere  if freedom is the gift of the all wise it is because he will not have a slave to serve him endlinehere  which wilt thou be base or brave endlinehere  with morn climb or with night skulk down the skies to grope in caverns or beneath the wave creep till aghast at monsters that arise endlinehere  the stars that calm the sailor long sea swirled and canopy fond lovers from the world and those that lead the heart and spirit blend endlinehere  lo only in the things and thoughts that tend toward loves high harmony is truth unfurled all else are lies whence heart soul mind are hurled back to the right to progress without end endlinehere  the stars all chant as one endlinehere  from out the depths thy coast was lifted skyward for humanity endlinehere  thy life once finny circlings in the sea is now the orbits of the starry host encircling god with trust endlinehere  be this thy boast when the long line of ages passing thee lifts each his heart and soul and shouts with glee that trust in him was sentinel on post endlinehere  on toward the senate scuds a thunder rack nay cyclone and the columns all star straight of freedoms temple sway with the roofs flood weight endlinehere  ye stalwarts who scorn off a fate pitch black holding the columns let no sinew slack endlinehere  a crash and through the roof what floods of hate endlinehere  still ye budge not for freedom your teeth grate shall lie no wreck along the cyclones track endlinehere  oh not for you was dark the time to slumber but to hold freedoms columns all star plumb endlinehere  yours was a watery grave but martyrdom and hence your resurrection with the number whose greatness greatens as the ages come to know why their pathway no wrecks encumber endlinehere  o bastile builder endlinehere  deliver thee who put on freedoms back wouldst grab all things at which thy past eyes gaped endlinehere  freedom would humor thee so down he flopped on justices floor to watch thee build with blocks endlinehere  o harvard of the norton wreath of gold and pearled longfellow purple endlinehere  if eliott is a speck upon your gown it will wash off it is no stain to hold for you had let him go for being old endlinehere  your wisdom was confirmed when to the crown against good folks who like elisha brown fought for their homes he gave his names renown endlinehere  for from the smallest bone you reconstruct the creature tongue to tail endlinehere  tell us what eliott is endlinehere  no tis the prehistoric monster known as tory that devoured young nathan hale and where it crawled spread horrors crimson zone endlinehere  your heart is not a traitor to your mind endlinehere  who knowing innocence in danger dares not turn his eye for fear of smirk or stares by other courts is justices statue blind that to the wall not bench should be assigned endlinehere  oft precedent is folly with gray hairs so you recalling junius heard the prayers of friendless stilow then what did you find endlinehere  a fellow man doomed wrongfully to die a felons death endlinehere  if such was stilows fate you saw the felon would have been the state hence turned from precedent demanding why endlinehere  justice asleep in marble woke and straight unroofed the courthouse to let down the sky endlinehere  a dukedom and not one the worse for wear has sims well earned by service to the king endlinehere  the eagle with his eye and pinion trained for mateship with the sun twitched at a sting endlinehere  amazed to find a cootie on his wing and that the insect dreamed it was ordained by race heredity to serve the king he shook his plume and azured unprofained endlinehere  in english nature did saint george prevail over the dragon endlinehere  maybe in the time when england knew not poverty nor crime described by cobbett who would not go bail for falsehood nor let truth remain in jail endlinehere  it must then have renewed life from its slime for oh endlinehere  through deeds that turn the blood to chyme and eyes white inward see him ride the gale endlinehere  in english nature oh where now the saint the spirit to sublime conceptions true endlinehere  has good saint george too woundful to renew his conflict with the dragon of base taint been caught up by elias from earths view endlinehere  how else the dragons rage in irrestraint endlinehere  the dragon is grim greed endlinehere  the saints long spear that once transfixed it can no longer touch endlinehere  the dragons soarings cause the suns eclypse endlinehere  is that thunder gods collapsing skys endlinehere  a conflict this refracted cloud to cloud endlinehere  where a white summit endlinehere  under crimson seas and these still hightening endlinehere  through far azure peace listens and eager peeps then turns headbowed endlinehere  the conflict circling earth all plains are ploughed new rows of gulches endlinehere  can aught appease the dragon with fiend thirsts eternities for tongue endlinehere  the sun might if it were well sloughed endlinehere  the dragon mounting draws aloft earths slime with which to dim the all producing sun from broadening light and warmth for every one but look endlinehere  the eagle with the thirst sublime of justice that the right on earth be done flashes and hark endlinehere  tis earths te deum chime endlinehere  the grace to soul to scorn to be mere thing endlinehere  i cried and they answered me endlinehere  what sayest thou oh meadow that stretches so wide so far that none can say how many thy misty marguerites are endlinehere  and what say ye red roses that oer the sun blanched wall from your high black shadowed trellis like flame or blood drops fall endlinehere  we are born we are reared and we linger a various space and die we dream and are bright and happy but we cannot answer why endlinehere  what sayest thou oh shadow that from the dreaming hill all down the broadening valley liest so sharp and still endlinehere  we are born we are reared and we linger a various space and die we dream and are very happy but we cannot answer why endlinehere  may thy passing joyous be to thy father the great sea for the sun is getting stronger earth hath need of thee no longer go kind snow god speed to thee endlinehere  i break the spirits cloudy bands a wanderer in enchanted lands i feel the sun upon my hands and far from care and strife the broad earth bids me forth endlinehere  i rise with lifted brow and upward eyes endlinehere  i bathe my spirit in blue skies and taste the springs of life endlinehere  there is singing of birds in the deep wet woods in the heart of the listening solitudes pewees and thrushes and sparrows not few and all the notes of their throats are true endlinehere  the thrush from the innermost ash takes on a tender dream of the treasured and gone but the sparrow singeth with pride and cheer of the might and light of the present and here endlinehere  there is shining of flowers in the deep wet woods in the heart of the sensitive solitudes the roseate bell and the lily are there and every leaf of their sheaf is fair endlinehere  careless and bold without dream of woe the trilliums scatter their flags snow but the pale wood daffodil covers her face agloom with the doom of a sorrowful race endlinehere  the vesper sparrows song the stress of yearning notes that gush and stream the lyric joy the tenderness and once again the dream endlinehere  a touch of far off joy and power a something it is life to learn comes back to earth and one short hour the glamours of the gods return endlinehere  this lifes old mood and cult of care falls smitten by an older truth and the gray world wins back to her the rapture of her vanished youth endlinehere  dead thoughts revive and he that heeds shall hear as by a spirit led a song among the golden reeds the gods are vanished but not dead endlinehere  for one short hour unseen yet near they haunt us a forgotten mood a glory upon mead and mere a magic in the leafless wood endlinehere  at morning we shall catch the glow of dians quiver on the hill and somewhere in the glades i know that pan is at his piping still endlinehere  now though no more by marsh or stream or dewy forest sounds the secret reed for pan is gone ah yet the infinite dream still lives for them that heed endlinehere  an old world joyousness supreme the warmth and glow of an immortal balm the mood touch of the gods the endless dream the high lethean calm endlinehere  they see wide on the eternal way the services of earth the life of man and listening to the magic cry they say it is the note of pan endlinehere  here the slim pinioned swallows sweep and pass down to the far off river the black crow with wise and wary visage to and fro settles and stalks about the withered grass endlinehere  here too the robins lusty as of old hunt the waste grass for forage or prolong from every quarter of these fields the bold blithe phrases of their never finished song endlinehere  the white throats distant descant with slow stress note after note upon the noonday falls filling the leisured air at intervals with his own mood of piercing pensiveness endlinehere  grief was my master yesternight to morrow i may grieve again but now along the windy plain the clouds have taken flight endlinehere  the roads far off are towered with dust the cherry blooms are swept and thinned in yonder swaying elms the wind is charging gust on gust endlinehere  but here there is no stir at all the ministers of sun and shadow horde all the perfumes of the meadow behind a grassy wall endlinehere  an infant rivulet wind free adown the guarded hollow sets over whose brink the violets are nodding peacefully endlinehere  from pool to pool it prattles by the flashing swallows dip and pass above the tufted marish grass and here at rest am i endlinehere  i care not for the old distress nor if to morrow bid me moan to day is mine and i have known an hour of blessedness endlinehere  i passed through the gates of the city the streets were strange and still through the doors of the open churches the organs were moaning shrill endlinehere  i strayed through the midst of the city like one distracted or mad endlinehere  i kept saying and the very word seemed sad endlinehere  i passed through the gates of the city and i heard the small birds sing i laid me down in the meadows afar from the bell ringing endlinehere  in the depth and the bloom of the meadows i lay on the earths quiet breast the poplar fanned me with shadows and the veery sang me to rest endlinehere  blue blue was the heaven above me and the earth green at my feet oh life endlinehere  i kept saying and the very word seemed sweet endlinehere  high in the hills the solitary thrush tunes magically his music of fine dreams in briary dells by boulder broken streams and wide and far on nebulous fields aflush the mellow morning gleams endlinehere  the orange cone flowers purple bossed are there the meadows bold eyed gypsies deep of hue and slender hawkweed tall and softly fair and rosy tops of fleabane veiled with dew endlinehere  dim surging motions and uneasy dreads scare the light slumber from mens busy eyes and parted lovers on their restless beds toss and yearn out and cannot sleep for sighs endlinehere  ah the distance endlinehere  blue and broad and dim endlinehere  peace is not in burgh or meadow but beyond the rim endlinehere  aye beyond it far beyond it follow still my soul till this earth is lost in heaven and thou feelst the whole endlinehere  and yet a moment more out of the silent wood as if from the closing door of another world and another lovelier mood hearst thou the hermit pour so sweet endlinehere  his golden music ghostly beautiful endlinehere  but when the fourth day came at noon the darkness and the rain were by the sunward roofs were steaming dry and all the world was flecked and strewn with shadows from a fleecy sky endlinehere  the haymakers were forth and gone and every rillet laughed and shone endlinehere  with a turn of his magical rod that extended and suddenly shone from the round of his glory some god looks forth and is gone endlinehere  to the summit of heaven the clouds are rolling aloft like steam theres a break in their infinite shrouds and below it a gleam endlinehere  oer the drift of the river a whiff comes out from the blossoming shore and the meadows are greening as if they never were green before endlinehere  the islands are kindled with gold and russet and emerald dye and the interval waters outrolled are more blue than the sky endlinehere  from my feet to the heart of the hills the spirits of may intervene and a vapor of azure distills like a breath on the opaline green endlinehere  and then the chill and the shadow decline on the eyes of rejuvenate men that were wide and divine endlinehere  the full clear moon uprose and spread her cold pale splendor oer the sea a light strewn path that seemed to lead outward into eternity endlinehere  between the darkness and the gleam an old world spell encompassed me methought that in a godlike dream i trod upon the sea endlinehere  what wouldst thou have for easement after grief when the rude world hath used thee with despite and care sits at thine elbow day and night filching thy pleasures like a subtle thief endlinehere  on such a day the shrunken stream spends its last water and runs dry clouds like far turrets in a dream stand baseless in the burning sky endlinehere  on such a day at every rod the toilers in the hay field halt with dripping brows and the parched sod yields to the crushing foot like salt endlinehere  i watch the swinging currents go far down to where enclosed and piled the logs crowd and the gatineau comes rushing from the northern wild endlinehere  i see the long low point where close the shore lines and the waters end i watch the barges pass in rows that vanish at the tapering bend endlinehere  i see no more the barges pass nor mark the ripple round the pier and all the uproar mass on mass falls dead upon a vacant ear endlinehere  beyond the tumult of the mills and all the citys sound and strife beyond the waste beyond the hills i look far out and dream of life endlinehere  around the long low shanties whose rough lines break the sealed dreams of many an unnamed lake already in the frost clear morns awake the crash and thunder of the falling pines endlinehere  with what doubting eyes oh sparrow thou regardest me underneath yon spray of yarrow dipping cautiously endlinehere  fear me not oh little sparrow bathe and never fear for to me both pool and yarrow and thyself are dear endlinehere  and on beside the rivers sober edge a long fresh field lies black endlinehere  beyond low thickets gray and reddish stand stroked white with birch and near at hand over a little steel smooth pond hang multitudes of thin and withering sedge endlinehere  across a waste and solitary rise a ploughman urges his dull team a stooped gray figure with prone brow that plunges bending to the plough with strong uneven steps endlinehere  the stream rings and re echoes with his furious cries endlinehere  sometimes the lowing of a cow long drawn comes from far off and crows in strings pass on the upper silences endlinehere  a flock of small gray goldfinches flown down with silvery twitterings rustle among the birch cones and are gone endlinehere  it was a bleak and sandy spot and all about the vacant plot was peopled and inhabited by scores of mulleins long since dead endlinehere  there was no sound about the wood save the winds secret stir endlinehere  i stood among the mullein stalks as still as if myself had grown to be one of their sombre company a body without wish or will endlinehere  now overhead where the rivulet loiters and stops the bittersweet hangs from the tops of the alders and cherries its bunches of beautiful berries orange and red endlinehere  and the snowbirds flee tossing up on the far brown field now flashing and now concealed like fringes of spray that vanish and gleam on the gray field of the sea endlinehere  flickering light come the last of the leaves down borne and patches of pale white corn in the wind complain like the slow rustle of rain noticed by night endlinehere  withered and thinned the sentinel mullein looms with the pale gray shadowy plumes of the goldenrod and the milkweed opens its pod tempting the wind endlinehere  aloft on the hill a cloudrift opens and shines through a break in its gorget of pines and it dreams at my feet in a sad silvery sheet utterly still endlinehere  all things that be seem plunged into silence distraught by some stern some necessitous thought it wraps and enthralls marsh meadow and forest and falls also on me endlinehere  along the narrow sandy height i watch them swiftly come and go or round the leafless wood like flurries of wind driven snow revolving in perpetual flight a changing multitude endlinehere  white are the far off plains and white the fading forests grow the wind dies out along the height and denser still the snow a gathering weight on roof and tree falls down scarce audibly endlinehere  the road before me smooths and fills apace and all about the fences dwindle and the hills are blotted slowly out the naked trees loom spectrally into the dim white sky endlinehere  the meadows and far sheeted streams lie still without a sound like some soft minister of dreams the snow fall hoods me round in wood and water earth and air a silence everywhere endlinehere  the evening deepens and the gray folds closer earth and sky the world seems shrouded far away its noises sleep and i as secret as yon buried stream plod dumbly on and dream endlinehere  from this windy bridge at rest in some former curious hour we have watched the citys hue all along the orange west cupola and pointed tower darken into solid blue endlinehere  subtly conscious all awake let us clear our eyes and break through the cloudy chrysalis see the wonder as it is endlinehere  creeping by the sullen wall we forego the power to see the threads that bind us to the all god or the immensity whereof on the eternal road man is but a passing mode endlinehere  up the fielded slopes at morn where light wefts of shadow pass films upon the bending corn i shall sweep the purple grass endlinehere  sun crowned heights and mossy woods and the outer solitudes mountain valleys dim with pine shall be home and haunt of mine endlinehere  i shall search in crannied hollows where the sunlight scarcely follows and the secret forest brook murmurs and from nook to nook forever downward curls and cools frothing in the bouldered pools endlinehere  i shall stray by many a stream where the half shut lilies gleam endlinehere  napping out the sultry days in the quiet secluded bays where the tasseled rushes tower oer the purple pickerel flower endlinehere  i shall hear the grasshoppers from the parched grass rehearse and with drowsy note prolong evermore the same thin song endlinehere  i shall hear the crickets tell stories by the humming well and mark the locust with quaint eyes caper in his cloak of gray like a jester in disguise rattling by the dusty way endlinehere  i shall dream by upland fences where the seasons wealth condenses over many a weedy wreck wild uncared for desert places that sovereign beauty loves to deck with her softest dearest graces endlinehere  there the long year dreams in quiet and the summers strength runs riot endlinehere  shall i not remember these deep in winter reveries endlinehere  it holds me fast endlinehere  a drifting april twilight sky a wind which blew the puddles dry and slapped the river into waves that ran and hid among the staves of an old wharf endlinehere  a watery light touched bleak the granite bridge and white without the slightest tinge of gold the city shivered in the cold endlinehere  all day my thoughts had lain as dead unborn and bursting in my head endlinehere  from time to time i wrote a word which lines and circles overscored endlinehere  my table seemed a graveyard full of coffins waiting burial endlinehere  i seized these vile abortions tore them into jagged bits and swore to be the dupe of hope no more endlinehere  into the evening straight i went starved of a days accomplishment endlinehere  unnoticing i wandered where the city gave a space for air and on the bridges parapet i leant while pallidly there set a dim discouraged worn out sun endlinehere  behind me where the tramways run blossomed bright lights i turned to leave when someone plucked me by the sleeve endlinehere  your pardon sir but i should be most grateful could you lend to me a carfare i have lost my purse endlinehere  the voice was clear concise and terse endlinehere  i turned and met the quiet gaze of strange eyes flashing through the haze endlinehere  like some spanish don conferring favours even when asking an alms he bowed again and waited endlinehere  but my pockets proved empty in vain i poked and shoved no hidden penny lurking there greeted my search endlinehere  sir i declare i have no money pray forgive but let me take you where you live endlinehere  and so we plodded through the mire where street lamps cast a wavering fire endlinehere  i took no note of where we went his talk became the element wherein my being swam content endlinehere  it flashed like rapiers in the night lit by uncertain candle light when on some moon forsaken sward a quarrel dies upon a sword endlinehere  it hacked and carved like a cutlass blade and the noise in the air the broad words made was the cry of the wind at a window pane on an autumn night of sobbing rain endlinehere  i walked as though some opiate had stung and dulled my brain a state acute and slumbrous endlinehere  we stopped a house stood silent dark endlinehere  from the chimney red eyes sparked the gloom and a crickets chirp filled all the room endlinehere  my host threw pine cones on the fire and crimson and scarlet glowed the pyre wrapped in the golden flames desire endlinehere  the chamber opened like an eye as a half melted cloud in a summer sky the soul of the house stood guessed and shy it peered at the stranger warily endlinehere  a little shop with its various ware spread on shelves with nicest care endlinehere  pitchers and jars and jugs and pots pipkins and mugs and many lots of lacquered canisters black and gold like those in which chinese tea is sold endlinehere  chests and puncheons kegs and flasks goblets chalices firkins and casks endlinehere  in a corner three ancient amphorae leaned against the wall like ships careened endlinehere  there was dusky blue of wedgewood ware the carved white figures fluttering there like leaves adrift upon the air endlinehere  classic in touch but emasculate the greek soul grown effeminate endlinehere  eggshell trays where gay beaux knelt hand on heart and daintily spelt their love in flowers brittle and bright artificial and fragile which told aright the vows of an eighteenth century knight endlinehere  the cruder tones of old dutch jugs glared from one shelf where toby mugs endlessly drank the foaming ale its froth grown dusty awaiting sale endlinehere  ah i see said i you deal in pottery endlinehere  the old man turned and looked at me endlinehere  shook his head gently endlinehere  then from under his cloak he took the thing which i had wondered to see him bring guarded so carefully from sight endlinehere  the old man smiled it has no sheath twas a little careless to have it beneath my cloak for a jostle to my arm would have resulted in serious harm endlinehere  but it was so fine i could not wait so i brought it with me despite its state endlinehere  an amateur of arms i thought bringing home a prize which he has bought endlinehere  you care for this sort of thing dear sir endlinehere  not in the way which you infer endlinehere  i need them in business that is all endlinehere  and he pointed his finger at the wall endlinehere  then i saw what i had not noticed before endlinehere  the walls were hung with at least five score of swords and daggers of every size which nations of militant men could devise endlinehere  poisoned spears from tropic seas that natives under banana trees smear with the juice of some deadly snake endlinehere  blood dipped arrows which savages make and tip with feathers orange and green a quivering death in harlequin sheen endlinehere  high up a fan of glancing steel was formed of claymores in a wheel endlinehere  jewelled swords worn at kings levees were suspended next midshipmens dirks and these elbowed stilettos come from spain chased with some splendid hidalgos name endlinehere  foils with buttons broken or lost lay heaped on a chair among them tossed the boarding pike of a privateer endlinehere  against the chimney leaned a queer two handed weapon with edges dull as though from hacking on a skull endlinehere  the rusted blood corroded it still endlinehere  my host took up a paper spill from a heap which lay in an earthen bowl and lighted it at a burning coal endlinehere  at either end of the table tall wax candles were placed each in a small and slim and burnished candlestick of pewter endlinehere  the old man lit each wick and the room leapt more obviously upon my mind and i could see what the flickering fire had hid from me endlinehere  my head grew dizzy i seemed to hear a battle cry from somewhere near the clash of arms and the squeal of balls and the echoless thud when a dead man falls endlinehere  a smoky cloud had veiled the room shot through with lurid glares the gloom pounded with shouts and dying groans with the drip of blood on cold hard stones endlinehere  sabres and lances in streaks of light gleamed through the smoke and at my right a creese like a licking serpents tongue glittered an instant while it stung endlinehere  streams and points and lines of fire endlinehere  the livid steel which mans desire had forged and welded burned white and cold endlinehere  nerveless and shaking round and round i stared at the walls and at the ground till the room spun like a whipping top and a stern voice in my ear said stop endlinehere  i sell no tools for murderers here endlinehere  of what are you thinking endlinehere  please clear your mind of such imaginings endlinehere  i will tell you of these things endlinehere  he pushed me into a great chair of russet leather poked a flare of tumbling flame with the old long sword up the chimney but said no word endlinehere  slowly he walked to a distant shelf and brought back a crock of finest delf endlinehere  he rested a moment a blue veined hand upon the cover then cut a band of paper pasted neatly round opened and poured endlinehere  a sliding sound came from beneath his old white hands and i saw a little heap of sands black and smooth endlinehere  what could they be pepper i thought endlinehere  he looked at me endlinehere  what you see is poppy seed endlinehere  lethean dreams for those in need endlinehere  he took up the grains with a gentle hand and sifted them slowly like hour glass sand endlinehere  on his old white finger the almandine shot out its rays incarnadine endlinehere  visions for those too tired to sleep endlinehere  these seeds cast a film over eyes which weep endlinehere  no single soul in the world could dwell without these poppy seeds i sell endlinehere  for a moment he played with the shining stuff passing it through his fingers endlinehere  enough at last he poured it back into the china jar of holland blue which he carefully carried to its place endlinehere  then with a smile on his aged face he drew up a chair to the open space twixt table and chimney endlinehere  without preface young man i will say that what you see is not the puzzle you take it to be endlinehere  but surely sir there is something strange in a shop with goods at so wide a range each from the other as swords and seeds endlinehere  your neighbours must have greatly differing needs endlinehere  my neighbours he said and he stroked his chin live everywhere from here to pekin endlinehere  but you are wrong my sort of goods is but one thing in all its moods endlinehere  he took a shagreen letter case from his pocket and with charming grace offered me a printed card endlinehere  i read the legend ephraim bard endlinehere  dealer in words endlinehere  and that was all endlinehere  i stared at the letters whimsical indeed or was it merely a jest endlinehere  he answered my unasked request all books are either dreams or swords you can cut or you can drug with words endlinehere  my firm is a very ancient house the entries on my books would rouse your wonder perhaps incredulity endlinehere  i inherited from an ancestry stretching remotely back and far this business and my clients are as were those of my grandfathers days writers of books and poems and plays endlinehere  my swords are tempered for every speech for fencing wit or to carve a breach through old abuses the world condones endlinehere  these are purchased by men who feel the need of stabbing societys heel which egotism has brought them to think is set on their necks endlinehere  i have foils to pink an adversary to quaint reply and i have customers who buy scalpels with which to dissect the brains and hearts of men endlinehere  ultramundanes even demand some finer kinds to open their own souls and minds endlinehere  but the other half of my business deals with visions and fancies endlinehere  under seals sorted and placed in vessels here i keep the seeds of an atmosphere endlinehere  each jar contains a different kind of poppy seed endlinehere  from farthest ind come the purple flowers opium filled from which the weirdest myths are distilled my orient porcelains contain them all endlinehere  every castle of the air sleeps in the fine black grains and there are seeds for every romance or light whiff of a dream for a summer night endlinehere  i supply to every want and taste endlinehere  twas slowly said in no great haste he seemed to push his wares but i dumfounded listened endlinehere  by and by a log on the fire broke in two endlinehere  he looked up quickly sir and you endlinehere  i groped for something i should say amazement held me numb endlinehere  to day you sweated at a fruitless task endlinehere  he spoke for me what do you ask endlinehere  how can i serve you endlinehere  my kind host my penniless state was not a boast i have no money with me endlinehere  not for that money i beguiled you here you paid me in advance endlinehere  again i felt as though a trance had dimmed my faculties endlinehere  again he spoke and this time to explain endlinehere  the money i demand is life your nervous force your joy your strife endlinehere  what infamous proposal now was made me with so calm a brow endlinehere  bursting through my lethargy indignantly i hurled the cry is this a nightmare or am i drunk with some infernal wine endlinehere  i am no faust and what is mine is what i call my soul endlinehere  devil or ghost endlinehere  your hellish plan revolts me endlinehere  my child and the old tones were very mild i have no wish to barter souls my traffic does not ask such tolls endlinehere  i am no devil is there one endlinehere  surely the age of fear is gone endlinehere  we live within a daylight world lit by the sun where winds unfurled sweep clouds to scatter pattering rain and then blow back the sun again endlinehere  i sell my fancies or my swords to those who care far more for words ideas of which they are the sign than any other life design endlinehere  i claim for all the goods i sell that they will serve their purpose well and though you perish they will live endlinehere  full measure for your pay i give endlinehere  to day you worked you thought in vain endlinehere  what since has happened is the train your toiling brought endlinehere  i spoke to you for my share of the bargain due endlinehere  and is that all you crave in pay endlinehere  what even childhood gave endlinehere  i have been dedicate from youth endlinehere  before my god i speak the truth endlinehere  fatigue excitement of the past few hours broke me down at last endlinehere  all day i had forgot to eat my nerves betrayed me lacking meat endlinehere  i bowed my head and felt the storm plough shattering through my prostrate form endlinehere  the tearless sobs tore at my heart endlinehere  my host withdrew himself apart busied among his crockery he paid no farther heed to me endlinehere  exhausted spent i huddled there within the arms of the old carved chair endlinehere  a long half hour dragged away and then i heard a kind voice say the day will soon be dawning when you must begin to work again endlinehere  here are the things which you require endlinehere  by the fading light of the dying fire and by the guttering candles flare i saw the old man standing there endlinehere  he handed me a packet tied with crimson tape and sealed endlinehere  inside are seeds of many differing flowers to occupy your utmost powers of storied vision and these swords are the finest which my shop affords endlinehere  go home and use them do not spare yourself let that be all your care endlinehere  whatever you have means to buy be very sure i can supply endlinehere  he slowly walked to the window flung it open and in the grey air rung the sound of distant matin bells endlinehere  i took my parcels endlinehere  then as tells an ancient mumbling monk his beads i tried to thank for his courteous deeds my strange old friend endlinehere  nay do not talk he urged me you have a long walk before you endlinehere  and gently sped upon my way i stumbled out in the morning hush as down the empty street a flush ran level from the rising sun endlinehere  another day was just begun endlinehere  over the housetops above the rotating chimney pots i have seen a shiver of amethyst and blue and cinnamon have flickered a moment at the far end of a dusty street endlinehere  through sheeted rain has come a lustre of crimson and i have watched moonbeams hushed by a film of palest green endlinehere  it was her wings goddess endlinehere  who stepped over the clouds and laid her rainbow feathers aslant on the currents of the air endlinehere  i followed her for long with gazing eyes and stumbling feet endlinehere  i followed and watched for the flashing of her wings endlinehere  in the city i found her the narrow streeted city endlinehere  in the market place i came upon her bound and trembling endlinehere  her fluted wings were fastened to her sides with cords she was naked and cold for that day the wind blew without sunshine endlinehere  men chaffered for her they bargained in silver and gold in copper in wheat and called their bids across the market place endlinehere  the tall yellow hollyhocks stand still and straight with their round blossoms spread open in the quiet sunshine endlinehere  and still is the old roman wall rough with jagged bits of flint and jutting stones old and cragged quite still in its antiquity endlinehere  the pear trees press their branches against it and feeling it warm and kindly the little pears ripen to yellow and red endlinehere  they hang heavy bursting with juice against the wall endlinehere  so old so still endlinehere  the sky is still endlinehere  the clouds make no sound as they slide away beyond the cathedral tower to the river and the sea endlinehere  it is very quiet very sunny endlinehere  the myrtle flowers stretch themselves in the sunshine but make no sound endlinehere  the roses push their little tendrils up and climb higher and higher endlinehere  in spots they have climbed over the wall endlinehere  but they are very still they do not seem to move endlinehere  and the old wall carries them without effort and quietly ripens and shields the vines and blossoms endlinehere  a bird in a plane tree sings a few notes cadenced and perfect they weave into the silence endlinehere  the cathedral bell knocks one two three and again and then again endlinehere  it is a quiet sound calling to prayer hardly scattering the stillness only making it close in more densely endlinehere  the gardener picks ripe gooseberries for the deans supper to night endlinehere  it is very quiet very regulated and mellow endlinehere  but the wall is old it has known many days endlinehere  it is a roman wall left over and forgotten endlinehere  beyond the cathedral close yelp and mutter the discontents of people not mellow not well regulated endlinehere  people who care more for bread than for beauty who would break the tombs of saints and give the painted windows of churches to their children for toys endlinehere  people who say they are dead we live endlinehere  the world is for the living endlinehere  it is always the dead who breed endlinehere  crush the ripe fruit and cast it aside yet its seeds shall fructify and trees rise where your huts were standing endlinehere  but the little people are ignorant they chaffer and swarm endlinehere  they gnaw like rats and the foundations of the cathedral are honeycombed endlinehere  the dean is in the chapter house he is reading the architects bill for the completed restoration of the cathedral endlinehere  he will have ripe gooseberries for supper and then he will walk up and down the path by the wall and admire the snapdragons and dahlias thinking how quiet and peaceful the garden is endlinehere  the old wall will watch him very quietly and patiently it will watch endlinehere  for the wall is old it is a roman wall endlinehere  spread on the roadway with open blown jackets like black soaring pinions they swoop down the hillside the cyclists endlinehere  seeming dark plumaged birds after carrion careening and circling over the dying of england endlinehere  she lies with her bosom beneath them no longer the dominant mother the virile but rotting before time endlinehere  the smell of her tainted has bitten their nostrils endlinehere  what charm is yours you faded old world tapestries of outworn childish mysteries vague pageants woven on a web of dream endlinehere  and we pushing and fighting in the turbid stream of modern life find solace in your tarnished broideries endlinehere  old lichened halls sun shaded by huge cedar trees the layered branches horizontal stretched like japanese dark banded prints endlinehere  carven cathedrals on a sky of faintest colour where the gothic spires fly and sway like masts against a shifting breeze endlinehere  worm eaten pages clasped in old brown vellum shrunk from over handling by some anxious monk endlinehere  or virgins hours bright with gold and graven with flowers and rare birds and all the saints of heaven and noahs ark stuck on ararat when all the world had sunk endlinehere  they have watered the street it shines in the glare of lamps cold white lamps and lies like a slow moving river barred with silver and black endlinehere  cabs go down it one and then another endlinehere  between them i hear the shuffling of feet endlinehere  tramps doze on the window ledges night walkers pass along the sidewalks endlinehere  the city is squalid and sinister with the silver barred street in the midst slow moving a river leading nowhere endlinehere  opposite my window the moon cuts clear and round through the plum coloured night endlinehere  she cannot light the city it is too bright endlinehere  it has white lamps and glitters coldly endlinehere  i stand in the window and watch the moon endlinehere  she is thin and lustreless but i love her endlinehere  i know the moon and this is an alien city endlinehere  to ezra pound with much friendship and admiration and some differences of opinion the poet took his walking stick of fine and polished ebony endlinehere  set in the close grained wood were quaint devices patterns in ambers and in the clouded green of jades endlinehere  the top was of smooth yellow ivory and a tassel of tarnished gold hung by a faded cord from a hole pierced in the hard wood circled with silver endlinehere  for years the poet had wrought upon this cane endlinehere  his wealth had gone to enrich it his experiences to pattern it his labour to fashion and burnish it endlinehere  to him it was perfect a work of art and a weapon a delight and a defence endlinehere  the poet took his walking stick and walked abroad endlinehere  peace be with you brother endlinehere  the poet came to a meadow endlinehere  sifted through the grass were daisies open mouthed wondering they gazed at the sun endlinehere  the poet struck them with his cane endlinehere  the little heads flew off and they lay dying open mouthed and wondering on the hard ground endlinehere  they are not roses said the poet endlinehere  the poet came to a stream endlinehere  purple and blue flags waded in the water in among them hopped the speckled frogs the wind slid through them rustling endlinehere  the poet lifted his cane and the iris heads fell into the water endlinehere  they floated away torn and drowning endlinehere  wretched flowers said the poet they are not roses endlinehere  it is your affair endlinehere  the poet came to a garden endlinehere  dahlias ripened against a wall gillyflowers stood up bravely for all their short stature and a trumpet vine covered an arbour with the red and gold of its blossoms endlinehere  red and gold like the brass notes of trumpets endlinehere  the poet knocked off the stiff heads of the dahlias and his cane lopped the gillyflowers at the ground endlinehere  then he severed the trumpet blossoms from their stems endlinehere  red and gold they lay scattered red and gold as on a battle field red and gold prone and dying endlinehere  they were not roses said the poet endlinehere  but behind you is destruction and waste places endlinehere  the poet came home at evening and in the candle light he wiped and polished his cane endlinehere  the orange candle flame leaped in the yellow ambers and made the jades undulate like green pools endlinehere  it played along the bright ebony and glowed in the top of cream coloured ivory endlinehere  but these things were dead only the candle light made them seem to move endlinehere  it is a pity there were no roses said the poet endlinehere  he perches in the slime inert bedaubed with iridescent dirt endlinehere  the ground is here and there bestud with lumps of only part burned coal endlinehere  their sharp and glistening edges cut his stiffened fingers endlinehere  through the smut gleam red the wounds which will not shut endlinehere  wet through and shivering he kneels and digs the slippery coals like eels they slide about endlinehere  his force all spent he counts his small accomplishment endlinehere  a half a dozen clinker coals which still have fire in their souls endlinehere  and in his thought there burns the topaz fire of votive urns endlinehere  he sees it fling from hill to hill and still consumed is burning still endlinehere  higher and higher leaps the flame the smoke an ever shifting frame endlinehere  he sees a spanish castle old with silver steps and paths of gold endlinehere  from myrtle bowers comes the plash of fountains and the emerald flash of parrots in the orange trees whose blossoms pasture humming bees endlinehere  he knows he feeds the urns whose smoke bears visions that his master stroke is out of dirt and misery to light the fire of poesy endlinehere  he sees the glory yet he knows that others cannot see his shows endlinehere  to them his smoke is sightless black his votive vessels but a pack of old discarded shards his fire a peddlers still to him the pyre is incensed an enduring goal endlinehere  he sighs and grubs another coal endlinehere  how should i sing when buffeting salt waves and stung with bitter surges in whose might i toss a cockleshell endlinehere  no parting cloud reveals a watery star my cries are washed away upon the wind my cramped and blistering hands can find no spar my eyes with hope oerstrained are growing blind endlinehere  but painted on the sky great visions burn my voice oblation from a shattered urn endlinehere  so up and down and forward inch by inch he gains upon the shore where poppies glow and sandflies dance their little lives away endlinehere  when the stooping sky leans down upon the hills and tenderly as one who soothing stills an anguish gathers earth to lie embraced and girdled endlinehere  do the sun filled men feel patience then endlinehere  be patient with you endlinehere  when pains iron bars their rivets tighten stern to bend and break their victims as they turn hopeless there stand the purple jars of night to spill oblivion endlinehere  do these men feel patience then endlinehere  my sun and moon endlinehere  my basketful of flowers endlinehere  my money bag of shining dreams endlinehere  my hours windless and still of afternoon endlinehere  you are my world and i your citizen endlinehere  what meaning can have patience then endlinehere  be not angry with me that i bear your colours everywhere all through each crowded street and meet the wonder light in every eye as i go by endlinehere  each plodding wayfarer looks up to gaze blinded by rainbow haze the stuff of happiness no less which wraps me in its glad hued folds of peacock golds endlinehere  before my feet the dusty rough paved way flushes beneath its gray endlinehere  my steps fall ringed with light so bright it seems a myriad suns are strown about the town endlinehere  around me is the sound of steepled bells and rich perfumed smells hang like a wind forgotten cloud and shroud me from close contact with the world endlinehere  you blazon me with jewelled insignia endlinehere  a flaming nebula rims in my life endlinehere  and yet you set the word upon me unconfessed to go unguessed endlinehere  i pray to be the tool which to your hand long use has shaped and moulded till it be apt for your need and unconsideringly you take it for its service endlinehere  i demand to be forgotten in the woven strand which grows the multi coloured tapestry of your bright life and through its tissues lie a hidden strong sustaining grey toned band endlinehere  i wish to dwell around your daylight dreams the railing to the stairway of the clouds to guard your steps securely up where streams a faery moonshine washing pale the crowds of pointed stars endlinehere  remember not whereby you mount protected to the far flung sky endlinehere  before me lies a mass of shapeless days unseparated atoms and i must sort them apart and live them endlinehere  sifted dust covers the formless heap endlinehere  reprieves delays there are none ever endlinehere  as a monk who prays the sliding beads asunder so i thrust each tasteless particle aside and just begin again the task which never stays endlinehere  and i have known a glory of great suns when days flashed by pulsing with joy and fire endlinehere  drunk bubbled wine in goblets of desire and felt the whipped blood laughing as it runs endlinehere  spilt is that liquor my too hasty hand threw down the cup and did not understand endlinehere  dearest forgive that with my clumsy touch i broke and bruised your rose endlinehere  i hardly could suppose it were a thing so fragile that my clutch could kill it thus endlinehere  it stood so proudly up upon its stem i knew no thought of fear and coming very near fell overbalanced to your garments hem tearing it down endlinehere  now stooping i upgather one by one the crimson petals all outspread about my fall endlinehere  they hold their fragrance still a blood red cone of memory endlinehere  and with my words i carve a little jar to keep their scented dust which opening you must breathe to your soul and breathing know me far more grieved than you endlinehere  an arid daylight shines along the beach dried to a grey monotony of tone and stranded jelly fish melt soft upon the sun baked pebbles far beyond their reach sparkles a wet reviving sea endlinehere  here bleach the skeletons of fishes every bone polished and stark like traceries of stone the joints and knuckles hardened each to each endlinehere  and they are dead while waiting for the sea the moon pursuing sea to come again endlinehere  their hearts are blown away on the hot breeze endlinehere  only the shells and stones can wait to be washed bright endlinehere  for living things who suffer pain may not endure till time can bring them ease endlinehere  happiness to some elation is to others mere stagnation endlinehere  days of passive somnolence at its wildest indolence endlinehere  hours of empty quietness no delight and no distress endlinehere  happiness to me is wine effervescent superfine endlinehere  full of tang and fiery pleasure far too hot to leave me leisure for a single thought beyond it endlinehere  this the bond it means to give ones soul to gain lifes quintessence endlinehere  even pain pricks to livelier living then wakes the nerves to laugh again raptures self is three parts sorrow endlinehere  although we must die to morrow losing every thought but this torn triumphant drowned in bliss endlinehere  happiness we rarely feel it endlinehere  how long shall i tarnish the mirror of life a spatter of rust on its polished steel endlinehere  the seasons reel like a goaded wheel endlinehere  half numb half maddened my days are strife endlinehere  the night is sliding towards the dawn and upturned hills crouch at autumns knees endlinehere  a torn moon flees through the hemlock trees the hours have gnawed it to feed their spawn endlinehere  pursuing and jeering the misshapen thing a rabble of clouds flares out of the east endlinehere  like dogs unleashed after a beast they stream on the sky an outflung string endlinehere  a desolate wind through the unpeopled dark shakes the bushes and whistles through empty nests and the fierce unrests i keep as guests crowd my brain with corpses pallid and stark endlinehere  leave me in peace o spectres who haunt my labouring mind i have fought and failed endlinehere  i have not quailed i was all unmailed and naked i strove tis my only vaunt endlinehere  the moon drops into the silver day as waking out of her swoon she comes endlinehere  i hear the drums of millenniums beating the mornings i still must stay endlinehere  the years i must watch go in and out while i build with water and dig in air and the trumpets blare hollow despair the shuddering trumpets of utter rout endlinehere  an atom tossed in a chaos made of yeasting worlds which bubble and foam endlinehere  whence have i come endlinehere  what would be home endlinehere  i hear no answer endlinehere  i crave to be lost like a wind blown flame endlinehere  pushed into nothingness by a breath and quench in a wreath of engulfing death this fight for a god or this devils game endlinehere  there once was a man whom the gods didnt love and a disagreeable man was he endlinehere  he loathed his neighbours and his neighbours hated him and he cursed eternally endlinehere  he damned the sun and he damned the stars and he blasted the winds in the sky endlinehere  he sent to hell every green growing thing and he raved at the birds as they fly endlinehere  his oaths were many and his range was wide he swore in fancy ways but his meaning was plain that no created thing was other than a hurt to his gaze endlinehere  he dwelt all alone underneath a leaning hill and windows toward the hill there were none and on the other side they were white washed thick to keep out every spark of the sun endlinehere  when he went to market he walked all the way blaspheming at the path he trod endlinehere  he cursed at those he bought of and swore at those he sold to by all the names he knew of god endlinehere  for his heart was soured in his weary old hide and his hopes had curdled in his breast endlinehere  his friend had been untrue and his love had thrown him over for the chinking money bags she liked best endlinehere  the rats had devoured the contents of his grain bin the deer had trampled on his corn his brook had shrivelled in a summer drought and his sheep had died unshorn endlinehere  his hens wouldnt lay and his cow broke loose and his old horse perished of a colic endlinehere  in the loft his wheat bags were nibbled into holes by little glutton mice on a frolic endlinehere  so he slowly lost all he ever had and the blood in his body dried endlinehere  shrunken and mean he still lived on and cursed that future which had lied endlinehere  so he dug and he delved with care and pain and the veins in his forehead stood taut endlinehere  at the end of an hour when every bone cracked he gathered up what he had sought endlinehere  a dim old vase of crusted glass prismed while it lay buried deep endlinehere  shifting reds and greens like a pigeons neck at the touch of the sun began to leap endlinehere  it was dull in the tree shade but glowing in the light flashing like an opal stone carved into a flagon and the colours glanced and ran where at first there had seemed to be none endlinehere  it had handles on each side to bear it up and a belly for the gurgling wine endlinehere  its neck was slender and its mouth was wide and its lip was curled and fine endlinehere  then he carried it home and put it on a shelf but it was only grey in the gloom endlinehere  so he fetched a pail and a bit of cloth and he went outside with a broom endlinehere  the old man forgot to swear watching its shadow grown a mammoth size dancing in the kitchen there endlinehere  he forgot to revile the sun next morning when he found his vase afire in its light endlinehere  and he carried it out of the house that day and kept it close beside him until night endlinehere  and so it happened from day to day endlinehere  the old man fed his life on the beauty of his vase on its perfect shape endlinehere  and his soul forgot its former strife endlinehere  and the village folk came and begged to see the flagon which was dug from the ground endlinehere  and the old man never thought of an oath in his joy at showing what he had found endlinehere  one day the master of the village school passed him as he stooped at toil hoeing for a bean row and at his side was the vase on the turned up soil endlinehere  my friend said the schoolmaster pompous and kind thats a valuable thing you have there but it might get broken out of doors it should meet with the utmost care endlinehere  what are you doing with it out here endlinehere  why sir said the poor old man i like to have it about do you see endlinehere  to be with it all i can endlinehere  you will smash it said the schoolmaster sternly right mark my words and see endlinehere  and he walked away while the old man looked at his treasure despondingly endlinehere  then he smiled to himself for it was his endlinehere  he had toiled for it and now he cared endlinehere  loved its shape and its subtle swift hues which his own hard work had bared endlinehere  he would carry it round with him everywhere as it gave him joy to do endlinehere  a fragile vase should not stand in a bean row endlinehere  who would dare to say so endlinehere  then his heart was rested and his fears gave way and he bent to his hoe again endlinehere  a clod rolled down and his foot slipped back and he lurched with a cry of pain endlinehere  for the blade of the hoe crashed into glass and the vase fell to iridescent sherds endlinehere  the old mans body heaved with slow dry sobs endlinehere  he did not curse he had no words endlinehere  he gathered the fragments one by one and his fingers were cut and torn endlinehere  then he made a hole in the very place whence the beautiful vase had been borne endlinehere  he covered the hole and he patted it down then he hobbled to his house and shut the door endlinehere  he tore up his coat and nailed it at the windows that no beam of light should cross the floor endlinehere  he sat down in front of the empty hearth and he neither ate nor drank endlinehere  in three days they found him dead and cold and they said what a queer old crank endlinehere  have at you you devils endlinehere  my backs to this tree for youre nothing so nice that the hind side of me would escape your assault endlinehere  come on now all three endlinehere  heres a dandified gentleman rapier at point and a wrist which whirls round like a circular joint endlinehere  thats just to anoint and make supple your limbs endlinehere  tis a pity the silk of your waistcoat is stained endlinehere  your hearts full of milk and so full it spills over endlinehere  im not of your ilk endlinehere  you said so and laughed at my old fashioned hose at the cut of my hair at the length of my nose endlinehere  to carve it to pattern i think you propose endlinehere  your pardon young sir but my nose and my sword are proving themselves in quite perfect accord endlinehere  i grieve to have spotted your shirt endlinehere  that blades not a stick to slash right and left and my skull is too thick to be cleft with such cuffs of a sword endlinehere  now a lick down the side of your face endlinehere  what a pretty red line endlinehere  tell the taverns that scar was an honour endlinehere  dont whine that a stranger has marked you endlinehere  the trees there you swine endlinehere  did you think to get in at the back while your friends made a little diversion in front endlinehere  so it ends with your sword clattering down on the ground endlinehere  tis amends i make for your courteous reception of me a foreigner landed from over the sea endlinehere  your welcome was fervent i think youll agree endlinehere  my shoes are not buckled with gold nor my hair oiled and scented my jackets not satin i wear corded breeches wide hats and i make people stare endlinehere  so i do but my heart is the heart of a man and my thoughts cannot twirl in the limited span twixt my head and my heels as some other mens can endlinehere  i have business more strange than the shape of my boots and my interests range from the sky to the roots of this dung hill you live in you half rotted shoots of a mouldering tree endlinehere  heres at you once more endlinehere  you can show me the door and jeer at my ways but youre pinked to the core endlinehere  and before i have done i will prick my name in with the front of my steel and your lily white skin shall be printed with me endlinehere  for ive come here to win endlinehere  my cup is empty to night cold and dry are its sides chilled by the wind from the open window endlinehere  empty and void it sparkles white in the moonlight endlinehere  the room is filled with the strange scent of wistaria blossoms endlinehere  they sway in the moons radiance and tap against the wall endlinehere  but the cup of my heart is still and cold and empty endlinehere  when you come it brims red and trembling with blood hearts blood for your drinking to fill your mouth with love and the bitter sweet taste of a soul endlinehere  my words are little jars for you to take and put upon a shelf endlinehere  their shapes are quaint and beautiful and they have many pleasant colours and lustres to recommend them endlinehere  also the scent from them fills the room with sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses endlinehere  you glow in my heart like the flames of uncounted candles endlinehere  but when i go to warm my hands my clumsiness overturns the light and then i stumble against the tables and chairs endlinehere  outside the long window with his head on the stone sill the dog is lying gazing at his beloved endlinehere  his eyes are wet and urgent and his body is taut and shaking endlinehere  it is cold on the terrace a pale wind licks along the stone slabs but the dog gazes through the glass and is content endlinehere  the beloved is writing a letter endlinehere  occasionally she speaks to the dog but she is thinking of her writing endlinehere  does she too give her devotion to one not worthy endlinehere  licking passions have bitten their arabesques into it and the mark of them lies in and out worm like with the beauty of corroded copper patterning white steel endlinehere  my brain is curved like a scimitar and sighs at its cutting like a sickle mowing grass endlinehere  but of what use is all this to me endlinehere  i who am set to crack stones in a country lane endlinehere  my heart is like a cleft pomegranate bleeding crimson seeds and dripping them on the ground endlinehere  my heart gapes because it is ripe and over full and its seeds are bursting from it endlinehere  but how is this other than a torment to me endlinehere  i who am shut up with broken crockery in a dark closet endlinehere  i have been temperate always but i am like to be very drunk with your coming endlinehere  there have been times i feared to walk down the street lest i should reel with the wine of you and jerk against my neighbours as they go by endlinehere  i will mix me a drink of stars large stars with polychrome needles small stars jetting maroon and crimson cool quiet green stars endlinehere  it will lap and scratch as i swallow it down and i shall feel it as a serpent of fire coiling and twisting in my belly endlinehere  the rain gullies the garden paths and tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades endlinehere  a tree at the end of my arm is hazy with mist endlinehere  even so i can see that it has red berries a scarlet fruit filmed over with moisture endlinehere  it seems as though the rain dripping from it should be tinged with colour endlinehere  i desire the berries but in the mist i only scratch my hand on the thorns endlinehere  probably too they are bitter endlinehere  hold your apron wide that i may pour my gifts into it so that scarcely shall your two arms hinder them from falling to the ground endlinehere  i would pour them upon you and cover you for greatly do i feel this need of giving you something even these poor things endlinehere  dearest of my heart endlinehere  when i go away from you the world beats dead like a slackened drum endlinehere  i call out for you against the jutted stars and shout into the ridges of the wind endlinehere  streets coming fast one after the other wedge you away from me and the lamps of the city prick my eyes so that i can no longer see your face endlinehere  why should i leave you to wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night endlinehere  hold your soul open for my welcoming endlinehere  let the quiet of your spirit bathe me with its clear and rippled coolness that loose limbed and weary i find rest outstretched upon your peace as on a bed of ivory endlinehere  between us leapt a gold and scarlet flame endlinehere  into the hollow of the cupped arched blue of heaven it rose endlinehere  its flickering tongues up drew and vanished in the sunshine endlinehere  how it came we guessed not nor what thing could be its name endlinehere  from each to each had sprung those sparks which flew together into fire endlinehere  but we knew the winds would slap and quench it in their game endlinehere  and so we graved and fashioned marble blocks to treasure it and placed them round about endlinehere  with pillared porticos we wreathed the whole and roofed it with bright bronze endlinehere  behind carved locks flowered the tall and sheltered flame endlinehere  without the baffled winds thrust at a columns bole endlinehere  beneath this sod lie the remains of one who died of growing pains endlinehere  you ask me for a sonnet endlinehere  ah my dear can clocks tick back to yesterday at noon endlinehere  can cracked and fallen leaves recall last june and leap up on the boughs now stiff and sere endlinehere  yes tis that endlinehere  my shadow stretches forward and the ground is dark in front because the lights behind endlinehere  it is grotesque with such a funny hat in watching it and walking i have found more than enough to occupy my mind endlinehere  i cannot turn the light would make me blind endlinehere  a yellow band of light upon the street pours from an open door and makes a wide pathway of bright gold across a sheet of calm and liquid moonshine endlinehere  from inside come shouts and streams of laughter and a snatch of song soon drowned and lost again in mirth the clip of tankards on a table top and stir of booted heels endlinehere  against the patch of candle light a shadow falls its girth proclaims the host himself and master of his shop endlinehere  this is the tavern of one hilverdink jan hilverdink whose wines are much esteemed endlinehere  within his cellar men can have to drink the rarest cordials old monks ever schemed to coax from pulpy grapes and with nice art improve and spice their virgin juiciness endlinehere  here froths the amber beer of many a brew crowning each pewter tankard with as smart a cap as ever in his wantonness winter set glittering on top of an old yew endlinehere  tall candles stand upon the table where are twisted glasses ruby sparked with wine clarets and ports endlinehere  those topaz bumpers were drained from slim long necked bottles of the rhine endlinehere  the centre of the board is piled with pipes slender and clean the still unbaptized clay awaits its burning fate endlinehere  behind the vault stretches from dim to dark a groping way bordered by casks and puncheons whose brass stripes and bands gleam dully still beyond the gay tumult endlinehere  for good old master hilverdink a toast endlinehere  clamoured a youth with tassels on his boots endlinehere  bring out your oldest brandy for a boast from that small barrel in the very roots of your deep cellar man endlinehere  why here is max endlinehere  welcome max youre scarcely here in time endlinehere  we want to drink to old jans luck and smoke his best tobacco for a grand climax endlinehere  here jan a paper fragrant as crushed thyme well have the best to wish you luck or may we choke endlinehere  max breuck unclasped his broadcloth cloak and sat endlinehere  well thought of franz heres luck to mynheer jan endlinehere  the host set down a jar then to a vat lost in the distance of his cellar ran endlinehere  max took a pipe as graceful as the stem of some long tulip crammed it full and drew the pungent smoke deep to his grateful lung endlinehere  it curled all blue throughout the cave and flew into the silver night endlinehere  at once there flung into the crowded shop a boy who cried to them oh sirs is there some learned lawyer here some advocate or all wise counsellor endlinehere  my master sent me to inquire where such men do mostly be but every door was shut and barred for late has grown the hour endlinehere  i pray you tell me where i may now find one versed in law the matter will not wait endlinehere  i am a lawyer boy said max my mind is not locked to my business though tis late endlinehere  i shall be glad to serve what way is in my power endlinehere  then once more cloaked and ready he set out tripping the footsteps of the eager boy along the dappled cobbles while the rout within the tavern jeered at his employ endlinehere  through new burst elm leaves filtered the white moon who peered and splashed between the twinkling boughs flooded the open spaces and took flight before tall serried houses in platoon guarded by shadows endlinehere  past the custom house they took their hurried way in the spring scented night endlinehere  before a door which fronted a canal the boy halted endlinehere  a dim tree shaded spot endlinehere  the water lapped the stones in musical and rhythmic tappings and a galliot slumbered at anchor with no light aboard endlinehere  the boy knocked twice and steps approached endlinehere  a flame winked through the keyhole then a key was turned and through the open door max went toward another door whence sound of voices came endlinehere  he entered a large room where candelabra burned endlinehere  an aged man in quilted dressing gown rose up to greet him endlinehere  sir said max you sent your messenger to seek throughout the town a lawyer endlinehere  i have small accomplishment but i am at your service and my name is max breuck counsellor at your command endlinehere  mynheer replied the aged man obliged am i and count myself much privileged endlinehere  i am cornelius kurler and my fame is better known on distant oceans than on land endlinehere  my ship has tasted water in strange seas and bartered goods at still uncharted isles endlinehere  shes oft coquetted with a tropic breeze and sheered off hurricanes with jaunty smiles endlinehere  tush kurler here broke in the other man enough of poetry draw the deed and sign endlinehere  the old man seemed to wizen at the voice my good friend grootver he at once began endlinehere  no introductions let us have some wine and business now that you at last have made your choice endlinehere  a harsh and disagreeable man he proved to be this grootver with no single kindly thought endlinehere  kurler explained his old hands nervously twisting his beard endlinehere  his vessel he had bought from grootver endlinehere  little by little max made out the way that grootver pressed that poor harassed old man endlinehere  his money he must have too long delay had turned the usurer to a ruffian endlinehere  such light and foamy silks like crinkled cream and indigo more blue than sun whipped seas spices and fragrant trees a massive beam of sandalwood and pungent china teas tobacco coffee endlinehere  grootver only laughed endlinehere  max heard it all and worse than all he heard the deed to which the sailor gave his word endlinehere  he shivered twas as if the villain gaffed the old man with a boat hook bleeding spent he begged for life nor knew at all the road he went endlinehere  for kurler had a daughter young and gay carefully reared and shielded rarely seen endlinehere  but on one black and most unfriendly day grootver had caught her as she passed between the kitchen and the garden endlinehere  she had run in fear of him his evil leering eye and when he came she bolted in her room refused to show though gave no reason why endlinehere  the spinning of her future had begun on quiet nights she heard the whirring of her doom endlinehere  max mended an old goosequill by the fire loathing his work but seeing no thing to do endlinehere  he felt his hands were building up the pyre to burn two souls and seized with vertigo he staggered to his chair endlinehere  before him lay white paper still unspotted by a crime endlinehere  now young man write said grootver in his ear endlinehere  if in two years my vessel should yet stay from amsterdam i give grootver sometime a friend my daughter for his lawful wife endlinehere  and kurler swore a palsied tottering sound and traced his name a shaking wandering line endlinehere  then dazed he sat there speechless from his wound endlinehere  grootver got up fair voyage the brigantine endlinehere  he shuffled from the room and left the house endlinehere  his footsteps wore to silence down the street endlinehere  at last the aged man began to rouse endlinehere  with help he once more gained his trembling feet endlinehere  my daughter mynheer breuck is friendless now endlinehere  will you watch over her endlinehere  i ask a solemn vow endlinehere  max laid his hand upon the old mans arm before god sir i vow when you are gone so to protect your daughter from all harm as one man may endlinehere  thus sorrowful forlorn the situation to max breuck appeared he gave his promise almost without thought nor looked to see a difficulty endlinehere  bred gently to watch a mother left alone bound by a dying fathers wish who feared the worlds accustomed harshness when he should be dead such was my case from youth mynheer kurler endlinehere  last winter she died also and my days are passed in work lest i should grieve for her and undo habits used to earn her praise endlinehere  my leisure i will gladly give to see your household and your daughter prosperous endlinehere  the sailor said his thanks but turned away endlinehere  he could not brook that his humility so little wonted and so tremulous should first before a stranger make such great display endlinehere  come here to morrow as the bells ring noon i sail at the full sea my daughter then i will make known to you endlinehere  twill be a boon if after i have bid good by and when her eyeballs scorch with watching me depart you bring her home again endlinehere  she lives with one old serving woman who has brought her up endlinehere  but that is no friend for so free a heart endlinehere  no head to match her questions endlinehere  it is done endlinehere  and i must sail away to come and brim her cup endlinehere  my ships the fastest that owns amsterdam as home so not a letter can you send endlinehere  i shall be back before to where i am another ship could reach endlinehere  now your stipend quickly breuck interposed endlinehere  when you once more tread on the stones which pave our streets endlinehere  to morrow i will be at stroke of noon at the great wharf endlinehere  then hurrying in spite of cake and wine the old man pressed upon him ere he went he took his leave and shut the door endlinehere  twas noon in amsterdam the day was clear and sunshine tipped the pointed roofs with gold endlinehere  the brown canals ran liquid bronze for here the sun sank deep into the waters cold endlinehere  and every clock and belfry in the town hammered and struck and rang endlinehere  such peals of bells to shake the sunny morning into life and to proclaim the middle and the crown of this most sparkling daytime endlinehere  the crowd swells laughing and pushing toward the quays in friendly strife endlinehere  the horn of fortune sails away to day endlinehere  at highest tide she lets her anchor go and starts for china endlinehere  giddy in freshest paint she curtseys low and beckons to her boats to let her start endlinehere  blue is the ocean with a flashing breeze endlinehere  the shining waves are quick to take her part endlinehere  they push and spatter her endlinehere  her sails are loose her tackles hanging waiting men to seize and haul them taut with chanty singing as they choose endlinehere  at the great wharfs edge mynheer kurler stands and by his side his daughter young christine endlinehere  max breuck is there his hat held in his hands bowing before them both endlinehere  the brigantine bounces impatient at the long delay curvets and jumps a cables length from shore endlinehere  a heavy galliot unloads on the walls round yellow cheeses like gold cannon balls stacked on the stones in pyramids endlinehere  once more kurler has kissed christine and now he is away endlinehere  christine stood rigid like a frozen stone her hands wrung pale in effort at control endlinehere  max moved aside and let her be alone for grief exacts each penny of its toll endlinehere  the dancing boat tossed on the glinting sea endlinehere  a sun path swallowed it in flaming light then shrunk a cockleshell it came again upon the other side endlinehere  now on the lee it took the horn of fortune endlinehere  straining sight could see it hauled aboard men pulling on the crane endlinehere  then up above the eager brigantine along her slender masts the sails took flight were sheeted home and ropes were coiled endlinehere  the shine of the wet anchor when its heavy weight rose splashing to the deck endlinehere  these things they saw christine and max upon the crowded quay endlinehere  they saw the sails grow white then blue in shade the ship had turned caught in a windy flaw she glided imperceptibly away drew farther off and in the bright sky seemed to fade endlinehere  home through the emptying streets max took christine who would have hid her sorrow from his gaze endlinehere  before the iron gateway clasped between each garden wall he stopped endlinehere  she in amaze asked do you enter not then mynheer breuck endlinehere  my father told me of your courtesy endlinehere  since i am now your charge tis meet for me to show such hospitality as maiden may without disdaining rules must not be broke endlinehere  katrina will have coffee and she bakes today endlinehere  she straight unhasped the tall beflowered gate endlinehere  max started at the beauty at the glare of tints endlinehere  at either end was set a wide path strewn with fine red gravel and such shows of tulips in their splendour flaunted everywhere endlinehere  from side to side midway each path there ran a longer one which cut the space in two endlinehere  then the dame katrina shook them down in pelting showers they plunged to earth and died transformed to sugared food endlinehere  against the high encircling walls were grapes nailed close to feel the baking of the sun from glowing bricks endlinehere  their microscopic shapes half hidden by serrated leaves endlinehere  and one old cherry tossed its branches near the door endlinehere  bordered along the wall in beds between flickering streaming nodding in the air the pride of all the garden there were more tulips than max had ever dreamed or seen endlinehere  they jostled mobbed and danced endlinehere  max stood at helpless stare endlinehere  within the arbour mynheer breuck ill bring coffee and cakes a pipe and fathers best tobacco brought from countries harbouring dawns earliest footstep endlinehere  with girlish zest to please her guest she flew endlinehere  a moment more she came again with her old nurse behind endlinehere  then sitting on the bench and knitting fast she talked as someone with a noble store of hidden fancies blown upon the wind eager to flutter forth and leave their silent past endlinehere  the little apple leaves above their heads let fall a quivering sunshine endlinehere  quiet cool in blossomed boughs they sat endlinehere  beyond the beds of tulips blazed a proper vestibule and antechamber to the rainbow endlinehere  dyes of prismed richness carmine endlinehere  blues tinging dark browns to purple endlinehere  silvers flushed to amethyst and tinct with gold endlinehere  round eyes of scarlet spotting tender saffron hues endlinehere  violets sunk to blacks and reds in orange crushed endlinehere  of every pattern and in every shade endlinehere  nacreous iridescent mottled checked endlinehere  some purest sulphur yellow others made an ivory white with disks of copper flecked endlinehere  sprinkled and striped tasselled or keenest edged endlinehere  striated powdered freckled long or short endlinehere  they bloomed and seemed strange wonder moths new fledged born of the spectrum wedded to a flame endlinehere  the shade within the arbour made a port to oertaxed eyes its still green twilight rest became endlinehere  her knitting needles clicked and christine talked this child matured to woman unaware the first time left alone endlinehere  now dreams once balked found utterance endlinehere  max thought her very fair endlinehere  beneath her cap her ornaments shone gold and purest gold they were endlinehere  kurler was rich and heedful endlinehere  her old maiden aunt had died whose darling care she was endlinehere  now growing bold she asked had max a sister endlinehere  dropped a stitch at her own candour endlinehere  then she paused and softly sighed endlinehere  two years was long endlinehere  she loved her father well but fears she had not endlinehere  he had always been just sailed or sailing endlinehere  and she must not dwell on sad thoughts he had told her so and seen her smile at parting endlinehere  but she sighed once more endlinehere  two years was long twas not one hour yet endlinehere  mynheer grootver she would not see at all endlinehere  yes yes she knew but ere the date so set the horn of fortune would be at the wall endlinehere  when max had bid farewell she watched him from the door endlinehere  such things were christines world and his was she winter drew near his sun was in her smiles endlinehere  another spring and at his law he toiled unspoken hope counselled a wise efficiency endlinehere  max breuck was honours soul he knew himself the guardian of this girl no more no less endlinehere  as one in charge of guineas on a shelf loose in a china teapot may confess his need but may not borrow till his friend comes back to give endlinehere  so max in honour said no word of love or marriage but the days he clipped off on his almanac endlinehere  the end must come endlinehere  the second year with feet of lead lagged slowly by till spring had plumped the willow sprays endlinehere  two years had made christine a woman grown with dignity and gently certain pride endlinehere  but all her childhood fancies had not flown her thoughts in lovely dreamings seemed to glide endlinehere  max was her trusted friend did she confess a closer happiness endlinehere  max could not tell endlinehere  two years were over and his life he found sphered and complete endlinehere  in restless eagerness he waited for the horn of fortune endlinehere  well had he his promise kept abating not one pound endlinehere  spring slipped away to summer endlinehere  still no glass sighted the brigantine endlinehere  then grootver came demanding jufvrouw kurler endlinehere  his trespass was justified for he had won the game endlinehere  christine begged time more time endlinehere  midsummer went and grootver waxed impatient endlinehere  still the ship tarried endlinehere  christine betrayed and weary sank to dreadful terrors endlinehere  one day crazed she sent for max endlinehere  come quickly said her note i skip the worst distress until we meet endlinehere  the world is blank endlinehere  through the long sunshine of late afternoon max went to her endlinehere  in the pleached alley lost in bitter reverie he found her soon endlinehere  and sitting down beside her at the cost of all his secret dear said he what thing so suddenly has happened endlinehere  then in tears she told that grootver on the following morn would come to marry her and shuddering i will die rather death has lesser fears endlinehere  max felt the shackles drop from the oath which he had sworn endlinehere  my dearest one the hid joy of my heart endlinehere  i love you oh endlinehere  you must indeed have known endlinehere  in strictest honour i have played my part but all this misery has overthrown my scruples endlinehere  if you love me marry me before the sun has dipped behind those trees endlinehere  you cannot be wed twice and grootver foiled can eat his anger endlinehere  my care it shall be to pay your fathers debt by such degrees as i can compass and for years ive greatly toiled endlinehere  this is not haste christine for long ive known my love and silence forced upon my lips endlinehere  i worship you with all the strength ive shown in keeping faith endlinehere  with pleading finger tips he touched her arm endlinehere  dearest speak i love you endlinehere  do my words fall too swift now endlinehere  theyve been in leash so long upon the brink endlinehere  she sat quite still her body loose and weak endlinehere  then into him she melted all her soul at flow endlinehere  and they were married ere the westering sun had disappeared behind the garden trees endlinehere  the evening poured on them its benison and flower scents that only night time frees rose up around them from the beamy ground silvered and shadowed by a tranquil moon endlinehere  within the arbour long they lay embraced in such enraptured sweetness as they found close partnered each to each and thinking soon to be enwoven long ere night to morning faced endlinehere  then far spent our eyes will close to undisturbed rest endlinehere  for that desired thing i leave you now endlinehere  to pinnacle this days accomplishment by telling grootver that a bootless quest is his and that his schemes have met a knock down blow endlinehere  but christine clung to him with sobbing cries pleading for loves sake that he leave her not endlinehere  and wound her arms about his knees and thighs as he stood over her endlinehere  with dread begot of grootvers name and silence and the night she shook and trembled endlinehere  words in moaning plaint wooed him to stay endlinehere  she feared she knew not why yet greatly feared endlinehere  she seemed some anguished saint martyred by visions endlinehere  max breuck soothed her fright with wisdom then stepped out under the cooling sky endlinehere  but at the gate once more she held him close and quenched her heart again upon his lips endlinehere  my sweetheart why this terror endlinehere  i propose but to be gone one hour endlinehere  evening slips away this errand must be done endlinehere  first goes my father if i lose you now endlinehere  she grasped him as in panic lest she drown endlinehere  softly he laughed one hour through the town by moonlight endlinehere  thats no place for foul attacks endlinehere  dearest be comforted and clear that troubled brow endlinehere  one hour dear and then no more alone endlinehere  we front another day as man and wife endlinehere  i shall be back almost before im gone and midnight shall anoint and crown our life endlinehere  then through the gate he passed endlinehere  along the street she watched his buttons gleaming in the moon endlinehere  he stopped to wave and turned the garden wall endlinehere  straight she sank down upon a mossy seat endlinehere  her senses mist encircled by a swoon swayed to unconsciousness beneath its wreathing pall endlinehere  briskly max walked beside the still canal endlinehere  his step was firm with purpose endlinehere  not a jot he feared this meeting nor the rancorous gall grootver would spit on him who marred his plot endlinehere  he dreaded no man since he could protect christine endlinehere  he stopped and laughed aloud endlinehere  his starved life had not fitted him for joy endlinehere  it strained him to the utmost to reject even this hour with her endlinehere  his heart beat loud endlinehere  damn grootver who can force my time to this employ endlinehere  what boyish uncontrol to be so racked endlinehere  then felt his ticking watch endlinehere  in half an hour grootver would know the whole endlinehere  and he would be returned lifting the latch of his own gate eager to take christine and crush her to his lips endlinehere  how bear delay endlinehere  he broke into a run endlinehere  in front a line of candle light banded the cobbled street endlinehere  not for many a day had he been there to take his old accustomed seat endlinehere  and out they came pell mell his old companions endlinehere  max where have you been endlinehere  not drink with us endlinehere  indeed you serve us well endlinehere  how many months is it since we have seen you here endlinehere  jan jan you slow old doddering goat endlinehere  heres mynheer breuck come back again at last stir your old bones to welcome him endlinehere  fill your throat heres beer or brandy endlinehere  now boys hold him fast endlinehere  put down your cane dear man endlinehere  what really vicious whacks endlinehere  they forced him to a seat and held him there despite his anger while the hideous joke was tossed from hand to hand endlinehere  franz poured with care a brimming glass of whiskey endlinehere  here weve broke into a virgin barrel for you drink endlinehere  married and out on business endlinehere  which lies the likeliest endlinehere  come max do think endlinehere  swollen with fury struggling with these men max cursed hilarity which must needs have a mark endlinehere  forcing himself to steadiness he tried to quell the uproar told them what he dared of his own life and circumstance endlinehere  implied most urgent matters time could ill be spared endlinehere  in jesting mood his comrades heard his tale and scoffed at it endlinehere  he felt his anger more goaded and bursting cowards endlinehere  is no one loth to mock at duty here they called for ale and forced a pipe upon him endlinehere  with an oath he shivered it to fragments on the earthen floor endlinehere  sobered a little by his violence and by the host who begged them to be still nor injure his good name max no offence they blurted you may leave now if you will endlinehere  weve gone too far endlinehere  i ask your pardon for our foolish joke endlinehere  it started in a wager ere you came endlinehere  the talk somehow had falln on drugs a jar i brought from china herbs the natives smoke was with me and i thought merely to play a game endlinehere  its properties are to induce a sleep fraught with adventure and the flight of time is inconceivable in swiftness endlinehere  deep sunken in slumber imageries sublime flatter the senses or some fearful dream holds them enmeshed endlinehere  years pass which on the clock are but so many seconds endlinehere  we agreed that the next man who came should prove the scheme and you were he endlinehere  and then the pipe was broke and you were freed endlinehere  max breuck was maddened now endlinehere  another jest of your befuddled wits endlinehere  i know not why i am to be your butt endlinehere  at my request youll choose among you one wholl answer for your most unseasonable mirth endlinehere  youll hear from me endlinehere  but franz had caught him at the very door it is no lie max breuck and for your plight i am to blame endlinehere  come back and well talk quietly endlinehere  you have no business that is why we laughed since you had none a few minutes ago endlinehere  as to your wedding naturally we chaffed knowing the length of time it takes to do a simple thing like that in this slow world endlinehere  indeed max twas a dream endlinehere  forgive me then endlinehere  ill burn the drug if you prefer endlinehere  but breuck muttered and stared a lie endlinehere  and then he hurled distraught this word at franz prove it endlinehere  and when its proven ill believe endlinehere  that thing shall be your work endlinehere  ill give you just one week to make your case endlinehere  on august thirty first eighteen fourteen i shall require your proof endlinehere  with wondering face franz cried a week to august and fourteen the year endlinehere  youre mad tis april now endlinehere  april and eighteen twelve endlinehere  max staggered caught a chair april two years ago endlinehere  indeed or you or i are mad endlinehere  i know not how either could blunder so endlinehere  hilverdink brought the amsterdam gazette and max was forced to read endlinehere  eighteen hundred and twelve in largest print and next to it april the twenty first endlinehere  the letters smeared and jumbled but by dint of straining every nerve to meet the worst he read it and into his pounding brain tumbled a horror endlinehere  like a roaring sea foreboding shipwreck came the message plain this is two years ago endlinehere  what of christine endlinehere  he fled the cellar in his agony running to outstrip fate and save his holy shrine endlinehere  the darkened buildings echoed to his feet clap clapping on the pavement as he ran endlinehere  across moon misted squares clamoured his fleet and terror winged steps endlinehere  his heart began to labour at the speed endlinehere  and still no sign no flutter of a leaf against the sky endlinehere  and this should be the garden wall and round the corner the old gate endlinehere  no even line was this endlinehere  and then a fearful cry shattered the stillness endlinehere  two stiff houses filled the ground endlinehere  shoulder to shoulder like dragoons in line they stood and max knew them to be the ones to right and left of kurlers garden endlinehere  spine rigid next frozen spine endlinehere  no mellow tones of ancient gilded iron undulate expanding in wide circles and broad curves the twisted iron of the garden gate was there endlinehere  the houses touched and left no space between endlinehere  with glassy eyes and shaking nerves max gazed endlinehere  then mad with fear fled still and left that place endlinehere  stumbling and panting on he ran and on endlinehere  his slobbering lips could only cry christine endlinehere  where are you gone endlinehere  what future is our past endlinehere  what saturnine sardonic devils jest has bid us live two years together in a puff of smoke endlinehere  it was no dream i swear it endlinehere  in some star or still imprisoned in times egg you give me love endlinehere  dearest dear this stroke shall never part us i will reach to where you are endlinehere  his burning eyeballs stared into the dark endlinehere  the moon had long been set endlinehere  and still he cried christine endlinehere  his youth had taught their meaning now they closed upon his dream endlinehere  softly he knocked against the casement wide it flew and a cracked voice his business there demanded endlinehere  the door opened and inside max stepped endlinehere  he saw a candle held in air above the head of a gray bearded jew endlinehere  simeon isaacs mynheer can i serve you endlinehere  do you keep arms endlinehere  i want a pistol endlinehere  quick the old man grew livid endlinehere  mynheer a pistol endlinehere  let me swerve you from your purpose endlinehere  life brings often false alarms peace good old isaacs why should you suppose my purpose deadly endlinehere  in good truth ive been blest above others endlinehere  you have many rows of pistols it would seem endlinehere  here this shagreen case holds one that i fancy endlinehere  silvered mounts are to my taste endlinehere  twill serve my turn though hastily he counts the florins down upon the table endlinehere  well good night and wish me luck for your to morrows toast endlinehere  into the night again he hurried now pale and in haste and far beyond the town he set his goal endlinehere  and then he wondered how poor c endlinehere  had come to die endlinehere  its grown handy in killing maybe this ive bought and will work punctually endlinehere  his sorrow fell upon his senses shutting out all else endlinehere  again he wept and called and blindly fought the heavy miles away endlinehere  my own wife endlinehere  he lurched with failing pulse endlinehere  along the dyke the keen air blew in gusts and grasses bent and wailed before the wind endlinehere  the zuider zee which croons all night and thrusts long stealthy fingers up some way to find and crumble down the stones moaned baffled endlinehere  here the wide armed windmills looked like gallows trees endlinehere  no lights were burning in the distant thorps endlinehere  max laid aside his coat endlinehere  his mind half clear babbled christine endlinehere  a shot split through the breeze endlinehere  the cold stars winked and glittered at his chilling corpse endlinehere  dear virgin mary far away look down from heaven while i pray endlinehere  open your golden casement high and lean way out beyond the sky endlinehere  i am so little it may be a task for you to harken me endlinehere  o lady mary i have bought a candle as the good priest taught endlinehere  i only had one penny so old goody jenkins let it go endlinehere  it is a little bent you see endlinehere  but oh be merciful to me endlinehere  i have not anything to give yet i so long for him to live endlinehere  a year ago he sailed away and not a word unto today endlinehere  ive strained my eyes from the sea wall but never does he come at all endlinehere  other ships have entered port their voyages finished long or short and other sailors have received their welcomes while i sat and grieved endlinehere  my heart is bursting for his hail o virgin let me spy his sail endlinehere  _hull down on the edge of a sun soaked sea sparkle the bellying sails for me endlinehere  taut to the push of a rousing wind shaking the sea till it foams behind the tightened rigging is shrill with the song we are back again who were gone so long endlinehere  _ one afternoon i bumped my head endlinehere  i sat on a post and wished i were dead like father and mother for no one cared whither i went or how i fared endlinehere  a mans voice said my little lad heres a bit of a toy to make you glad endlinehere  he held out his hand and gave to me the most marvellous top which could ever be endlinehere  it had ivory eyes and jet black rings and a red stone carved into little wings all joined by a twisted golden line and set in the brown wood even and fine endlinehere  it couldnt mean quite the same to you endlinehere  every day i met him there where the fisher nets dry in the sunny air endlinehere  he told me stories of courts and kings of storms at sea of lots of things endlinehere  the top he said was a sort of sign that something in the big world was mine endlinehere  _blue and white on a sun shot ocean endlinehere  against the horizon a glint in motion endlinehere  full in the grasp of a shoving wind trailing her bubbles of foam behind singing and shouting to port she races a flying harp with her sheets and braces endlinehere  _ o queen of heaven give me heed i am in very utmost need endlinehere  he loved me he was all i had and when he came it made the sad thoughts disappear endlinehere  this very day send his ship home to me i pray endlinehere  ill be a priest if you want it so ill work till i have enough to go and study latin to say the prayers on the rosary our old priest wears endlinehere  i wished to be a sailor too but i will give myself to you endlinehere  ill never even spin my top but put it away in a box endlinehere  ill stop whistling the sailor songs he taught endlinehere  ill save my pennies till i have bought a silver heart in the market square ive seen some beautiful white ones there endlinehere  ill give up all i want to do and do whatever you tell me to endlinehere  heavenly lady take away all the games i like to play take my life to fill the score only bring him back once more endlinehere  _the poplars shiver and turn their leaves and the wind through the belfry moans and grieves endlinehere  the gray dust whirls in the market square and the silver hearts are covered with care by thick tarpaulins endlinehere  once again the bay is black under heavy rain endlinehere  _ the queen of heaven has shut her door endlinehere  a little boy weeps and prays no more endlinehere  but why did i kill him endlinehere  in the small gilded room near the stair endlinehere  my ears rack and throb with his cry and his eyes goggle under his hair as my fingers sink into the fair white skin of his throat endlinehere  i killed him endlinehere  i shook him until his red tongue hung flapping out through the black queer swollen lines of his lips endlinehere  and i clung with my nails drawing blood while i flung the loose heavy body in fear endlinehere  fear lest he should still not be dead endlinehere  i was drunk with the lust of his life endlinehere  the blood drops oozed slow from his head and dabbled a chair endlinehere  and our strife lasted one reeling second his knife lay and winked in the lights overhead endlinehere  and the waltz from the ballroom i heard when i called him a low sneaking cur endlinehere  and the wail of the violins stirred my brute anger with visions of her endlinehere  as i throttled his windpipe the purr of his breath with the waltz became blurred endlinehere  i have ridden ten miles through the dark with that music an infernal din pounding rhythmic inside me endlinehere  and my fingers sink in to his flesh when the violins thin and straining with passion grow stark endlinehere  oh the horror of sound endlinehere  while she danced i was crushing his throat endlinehere  he had tasted the joy of her wound round her body and i heard him gloat on the favour endlinehere  that instant i smote endlinehere  how the dancers swirl round endlinehere  he is here in the room in my arm his limp body hangs on the spin of the waltz we are dancing a swarm of blood drops is hemming us in endlinehere  and his sin is red like his tongue lolling warm endlinehere  and the drums are his knell endlinehere  he is heavy his feet beat the floor as i drag him about in the swell of the waltz endlinehere  with a menacing roar the trumpets crash in through the door endlinehere  clangs his funeral bell endlinehere  in the chaos of space rolls the earth to the hideous glee of death endlinehere  and so cramped is this place i stifle and pant endlinehere  tis he throttles me endlinehere  he has covered my mouth with his face endlinehere  and his blood has dripped into my heart endlinehere  and my heart beats and labours endlinehere  his dead limbs have coiled every part of my body in tentacles endlinehere  through my ears the waltz jangles endlinehere  like glue his dead body holds me athwart endlinehere  i am drowning in slime endlinehere  and his corpse like a clod beats me into a jelly endlinehere  the chime one endlinehere  and his dead legs keep time endlinehere  the fountain bent and straightened itself in the night wind blowing like a flower endlinehere  it gleamed and glittered a tall white lily under the eye of the golden moon endlinehere  from a stone seat beneath a blossoming lime the man watched it endlinehere  and the spray pattered on the dim grass at his feet endlinehere  the fountain tossed its water up and up like silver marbles endlinehere  is that an arm he sees endlinehere  and for one moment does he catch the moving curve of a thigh endlinehere  the fountain gurgled and splashed and the mans face was wet endlinehere  is it singing that he hears endlinehere  a song of playing at ball endlinehere  the moonlight shines on the straight column of water and through it he sees a woman tossing the water balls endlinehere  her breasts point outwards and the nipples are like buds of peonies endlinehere  her flanks ripple as she plays and the water is not more undulating than the lines of her body endlinehere  am i not more worth than your day ladies covered with awkward stuffs unreal unbeautiful endlinehere  what do you fear in taking me endlinehere  is not the night for poets endlinehere  i am your dream recurrent as water gemmed with the moon endlinehere  she steps to the edge of the pool and the water runs rustling down her sides endlinehere  she stretches out her arms and the fountain streams behind her like an opened veil endlinehere  in the morning the gardeners came to their work endlinehere  there is something in the fountain said one endlinehere  they shuddered as they laid their dead master on the grass endlinehere  i will close his eyes said the head gardener it is uncanny to see a dead man staring at the sun endlinehere  i the inkstand is full of ink and the paper lies white and unspotted in the round of light thrown by a candle endlinehere  puffs of darkness sweep into the corners and keep rolling through the room behind his chair endlinehere  the air is silver and pearl for the night is liquid with moonlight endlinehere  see how the roof glitters like ice endlinehere  over there a slice of yellow cuts into the silver blue and beside it stand two geraniums purple because the light is silver blue to night endlinehere  she is coming the young woman with the bright hair endlinehere  she swings a basket as she walks which she places on the sill between the geranium stalks endlinehere  he laughs and crumples his paper as he leans forward to look endlinehere  the basket filled with moonlight what a title for a book endlinehere  the bellying clouds swing over the housetops endlinehere  he has forgotten the woman in the room with the geraniums endlinehere  he is beating his brain and in his eardrums hammers his heavy pulse endlinehere  she sits on the window sill with the basket in her lap endlinehere  she cracks a nut endlinehere  the shells ricochet upon the roof and get into the gutters and bounce over the edge and disappear endlinehere  it is very queer thinks peter the basket was empty im sure endlinehere  how could nuts appear from the atmosphere endlinehere  the geraniums are very gay in their crimson array endlinehere  the bellying clouds swing over the housetops and over the roofs goes peter to pay his mornings work with a holiday endlinehere  annette it is i endlinehere  peter jumps through the window endlinehere  dear are you alone endlinehere  look peter the dome of the tabernacle is done endlinehere  this gold thread is so very high i am glad it is morning a starry sky would have seen me bankrupt endlinehere  sit down now tell me is your story going well endlinehere  the golden dome glittered in the orange of the setting sun endlinehere  on the walls at intervals hung altar cloths and chasubles and copes and stoles and coffin palls endlinehere  all stiff with rich embroidery and stitched with so much artistry they seemed like spun and woven gems or flower buds new opened on their stems endlinehere  annette looked at the geraniums very red against the blue sky endlinehere  no matter how i try i cannot find any thread of such a red endlinehere  my bleeding hearts drip stuff muddy in comparison endlinehere  see my little pecking dove endlinehere  im in love with my own temple endlinehere  only that halos wrong endlinehere  the colours too strong or not strong enough endlinehere  my eyes are tired endlinehere  oh peter dont be so rough it is valuable endlinehere  i wont do any more endlinehere  you tyrannise dear thats enough endlinehere  now sit down and amuse me while i rest endlinehere  the shadows of the geraniums creep over the floor and begin to climb the opposite wall endlinehere  peter watches her fluid with fatigue floating and drifting and undulant in the orange glow endlinehere  his senses flow towards her where she lies supine and dreaming endlinehere  seeming drowned in a golden halo endlinehere  the pungent smell of the geraniums is hard to bear endlinehere  he pushes against her knees and brushes his lips across her languid hands endlinehere  his lips are hot and speechless endlinehere  he woos her quivering and the room is filled with shadows for the sun has set endlinehere  but she only understands the ways of a needle through delicate stuffs and the shock of one colour on another endlinehere  she does not see that this is the same and querulously murmurs his name endlinehere  peter i dont want it endlinehere  and he the undesired burns and is consumed endlinehere  there is a crescent moon on the rim of the sky endlinehere  iii go home now peter endlinehere  to night is full moon endlinehere  i must be alone endlinehere  how soon the moon is full again endlinehere  annette let me stay endlinehere  indeed dear love i shall not go away endlinehere  my god but you keep me starved endlinehere  you write no entrance here over all the doors endlinehere  is it not strange my dear that loving yet you deny me entrance everywhere endlinehere  would marriage strike you blind or hating bonds as you do why should i be denied the rights of loving if i leave you free endlinehere  you want the whole of me you pick my brains to rest you but you give me not one heart beat endlinehere  oh forgive me sweet endlinehere  i suffer in my loving and you know it endlinehere  i cannot feed my life on being a poet endlinehere  as you please poor peter but it will hurt me if you do endlinehere  it will crush your heart and squeeze the love out endlinehere  he answered gruffly i know what im about endlinehere  only remember one thing from to night endlinehere  my work is taxing and i must have sight endlinehere  the clear moon looks in between the geraniums endlinehere  on the wall the shadow of the man is divided from the shadow of the woman by a silver thread endlinehere  they are eyes hundreds of eyes round like marbles endlinehere  unwinking for there are no lids endlinehere  blue black gray and hazel and the irises are cased in the whites and they glitter and spark under the moon endlinehere  the basket is heaped with human eyes endlinehere  she cracks off the whites and throws them away endlinehere  they ricochet upon the roof and get into the gutters and bounce over the edge and disappear endlinehere  but she is here quietly sitting on the window sill eating human eyes endlinehere  iv how hot the sheets are endlinehere  his skin is tormented with pricks and over him sticks and never moves an eye endlinehere  it lights the sky with blood and drips blood endlinehere  and the drops sizzle on his bare skin and he smells them burning in and branding his body with the name annette endlinehere  the blood red sky is outside his window now endlinehere  and his heart wrenches and pounds annette endlinehere  the lead of the roof is scorching he ricochets gets to the edge bounces over and disappears endlinehere  the bellying clouds are red as they swing over the housetops endlinehere  v the air is of silver and pearl for the night is liquid with moonlight endlinehere  how the ruin glistens like a palace of ice endlinehere  only two black holes swallow the brilliance of the moon endlinehere  deflowered windows sockets without sight endlinehere  a man stands before the house endlinehere  he sees the silver blue moonlight and set in it over his head staring and flickering eyes of geranium red endlinehere  i over the yawning chimney hangs the fog endlinehere  drip hiss drip hiss fall the raindrops on the oaken log which burns and steams and smokes the ceiling beams endlinehere  drip hiss the rain never stops endlinehere  the wide state bed shivers beneath its velvet coverlet endlinehere  above dim in the smoke a tarnished coronet gleams dully endlinehere  overhead hammers and chinks the rain endlinehere  fearfully wails the wind down distant corridors and there comes the swish and sigh of rushes lifted off the floors endlinehere  the arras blows sidewise out from the wall and then falls back again endlinehere  it is my ladys key confided with much nice cunning whisperingly endlinehere  he enters on a sob of wind which gutters the candles almost to swaling endlinehere  the fire flutters and drops endlinehere  he shuts the door endlinehere  the rushes fall again to stillness along the floor endlinehere  outside the wind goes wailing endlinehere  the velvet coverlet of the wide bed is smooth and cold endlinehere  above in the firelight winks the coronet of tarnished gold endlinehere  the knight shivers in his coat of fur and holds out his hands to the withering flame endlinehere  she is always the same a sweet coquette endlinehere  he will wait for her endlinehere  how the log hisses and drips endlinehere  how warm and satisfying will be her lips endlinehere  is it guilt to free a lady from her palsied lord absent and fighting terribly abhorred endlinehere  he stirs a booted heel and kicks a rolling coal endlinehere  his spur clinks on the hearth endlinehere  overhead the rain hammers and chinks endlinehere  she is so pure and whole endlinehere  only because he has her soul will she resign herself to him for where the soul has gone the body must be given as a sign endlinehere  he takes her by the divine right of the only lover endlinehere  he has sworn to fight her lord and wed her after endlinehere  should he be overborne she will die adoring him forlorn shriven by her great love endlinehere  above the coronet winks in the darkness endlinehere  drip hiss fall the raindrops endlinehere  the arras blows out from the wall and a door bangs in a far off hall endlinehere  the candles swale endlinehere  in the gale the moat below plunges and spatters endlinehere  will the lady lose courage and not come endlinehere  the rain claps on a loosened rafter endlinehere  is that laughter endlinehere  the room is filled with lisps and whispers endlinehere  one candle drowns and the other gutters endlinehere  is that the rain which pads and patters is it the wind through the winding entries which chatters endlinehere  the state bed is very cold and he is alone endlinehere  how far from the wall the arras is blown endlinehere  it is no storm which makes these little chuckling sounds endlinehere  by the great wounds of holy jesus it is his dear lady kissing and clasping someone endlinehere  through the sobbing storm he hears her love take form and flutter out in words endlinehere  they prick into his ears and stun his desire which lies within him hard and dead like frozen fire endlinehere  and the little noise never stops endlinehere  he tears down the arras from before an inner chambers bolted door endlinehere  ii the state bed shivers in the watery dawn endlinehere  for the storm never stops endlinehere  on the velvet coverlet lie two bodies stripped and fair in the cold grey air endlinehere  drip hiss fall the blood drops for the bleeding never stops endlinehere  at each side of the bed on the floor is a head endlinehere  a mans on this side a womans on that and the red blood oozes along the rush mat endlinehere  a wisp of paper is twisted carefully into the strands of the dead mans hair endlinehere  it says my lord your wifes paramour has paid with his life for the high favour endlinehere  through the ladys silver fillet is wound another paper endlinehere  it reads most noble lord your wifes misdeeds are as a double stranded necklace of beads endlinehere  but i have engaged that on your return she shall welcome you here endlinehere  she will not spurn your love as before you have still the best part of her endlinehere  her blood was red her body white they will both be here for your delight endlinehere  the soul inside was a lump of dirt i have rid you of that with a spurt of my sword point endlinehere  good luck to your pleasure endlinehere  she will be quite complaisant my friend i wager endlinehere  the end was a splashed flourish of ink endlinehere  in the passage is heard the clink of armour the tread of a heavy man endlinehere  the door bursts open and standing there his thin hair wavering in the glare of steely daylight is my lord of clair endlinehere  over the yawning chimney hangs the fog endlinehere  overhead hammers and chinks the rain which never stops endlinehere  the velvet coverlet is sodden and wet yet the roof beams are tight endlinehere  overhead the coronet gleams with its blackened gold winking and blinking endlinehere  among the rushes three corpses are growing cold endlinehere  iii in the castle church you may see them stand two sumptuous tombs on either hand of the choir my lords and my ladys grand in sculptured filigrees endlinehere  and where the transepts of the church expand a crusader come from the holy land lies with crossed legs and embroidered band endlinehere  the pages name became a brand for shame endlinehere  he was buried in crawling sand after having been burnt by royal command endlinehere  the bell in the convent tower swung endlinehere  high overhead the great sun hung a navel for the curving sky endlinehere  the air was a blue clarity endlinehere  swallows flew and a cock crew endlinehere  the iron clanging sank through the light air rustled over with blowing branches endlinehere  a flare of spotted green and a snake had gone into the bed where the snowdrops shone in green new started their white bells parted endlinehere  two by two in a long brown line the nuns were walking to breathe the fine bright april air endlinehere  they must go in soon and work at their tasks all the afternoon endlinehere  but this time is theirs endlinehere  they walk in pairs endlinehere  first comes the abbess preoccupied and slow as a woman often tried with her temper in bond endlinehere  then the oldest nun endlinehere  then younger and younger until the last one has a laugh on her lips and fairly skips endlinehere  they wind about the gravel walks and all the long line buzzes and talks endlinehere  they step in time to the ringing bell with scarcely a shadow endlinehere  the sun is well in the core of a sky domed silverly endlinehere  sister marguerite said the pears will soon bud endlinehere  sister angelique said she must get her spud and free the earth round the jasmine roots endlinehere  sister veronique said oh look at those shoots endlinehere  theres a crocus up with a purple cup endlinehere  but sister clotilde said nothing at all she looked up and down the old grey wall to see if a lizard were basking there endlinehere  she looked across the garden to where a sycamore flanked the garden door endlinehere  she was restless although her little feet danced and quite unsatisfied for it chanced her mornings work had hung in her mind and would not take form endlinehere  she could not find the beautifulness for the virgins dress endlinehere  should it be of pink or damasked blue endlinehere  or perhaps lilac with gold shotted through endlinehere  should it be banded with yellow and white roses or sparked like a frosty night endlinehere  or a crimson sheen over some sort of green endlinehere  but clotildes eyes saw nothing new in all the garden no single hue so lovely or so marvellous that its use would not seem impious endlinehere  so on she walked and the others talked endlinehere  sister elisabeth edged away from what her companion had to say for sister marthe saw the world in little she weighed every grain and recorded each tittle endlinehere  she did plain stitching and worked in the kitchen endlinehere  sister radegonde knows the apples wont last i told her so this friday past endlinehere  i must speak to her before compline endlinehere  her words were like dust motes in slanting sunshine endlinehere  the other nun sighed with her pleasure quite dried endlinehere  suddenly sister berthe cried out the snowdrops are blooming endlinehere  they turned about endlinehere  the little white cups bent over the ground and in among the light stems wound a crested snake with his eyes awake endlinehere  his crest was amber glittered with blue and opaque so the sun came shining through endlinehere  it seemed a crown with fiery points endlinehere  when he quivered all down his scaly joints from every slot the sparkles shot endlinehere  the nuns huddled tightly together fear catching their senses endlinehere  but clotilde must peer more closely at the beautiful snake she seemed entranced and eased endlinehere  could she make colours so rare the dress were there endlinehere  the abbess shook off her lethargy endlinehere  sisters we will walk on said she endlinehere  sidling away from the snowdrop bed the line curved forwards the abbess ahead endlinehere  only clotilde was the last to yield endlinehere  when the recreation hour was done each went in to her task endlinehere  alone in the library with its great north light clotilde wrought at an exquisite wreath of flowers for her book of hours endlinehere  they framed the picture she had made half delighted and half afraid endlinehere  in a courtyard with a lozenged floor the virgin watched and through the arched door the angel came like a springing flame endlinehere  his wings were dipped in violet fire his limbs were strung to holy desire endlinehere  he lowered his head and passed under the arch and the air seemed beating a solemn march endlinehere  the virgin waited with eyes dilated endlinehere  her face was quiet and innocent and beautiful with her strange assent endlinehere  a silver thread about her head her halo was poised endlinehere  but in the stead of her gown there remained the vellum unstained endlinehere  clotilde painted the flowers patiently lingering over each tint and dye endlinehere  she could spend great pains now she had seen that curious unimagined green endlinehere  a colour so strange it had seemed to change endlinehere  she thought it had altered while she gazed endlinehere  at first it had been simple green then glazed all over with twisting flames each spot a molten colour trembling and hot and every eye seemed to liquefy endlinehere  she had made a plan and her spirits danced endlinehere  after all she had only glanced at that wonderful snake and she must know just what hues made the creature throw those splashes and sprays of prismed rays endlinehere  when evening prayers were sung and said the nuns lit their tapers and went to bed endlinehere  and soon in the convent there was no light for the moon did not rise until late that night only the shine of the lamp at the shrine endlinehere  clotilde lay still in her trembling sheets endlinehere  her heart shook her body with its beats endlinehere  she could not see till the moon should rise so she whispered prayers and kept her eyes on the window square till light should be there endlinehere  the faintest shadow of a branch fell on the floor endlinehere  clotilde grown staunch with solemn purpose softly rose and fluttered down between the rows of sleeping nuns endlinehere  she almost runs endlinehere  she must go out through the little side door lest the nuns who were always praying before the virgins altar should hear her pass endlinehere  she pushed the bolts and over the grass the red moons brim mounted its rim endlinehere  her shadow crept up the convent wall as she swiftly left it over all the garden lay the level glow of a moon coming up very big and slow endlinehere  the gravel glistened endlinehere  she stopped and listened endlinehere  it was still and the moonlight was getting clearer endlinehere  she laughed a little but she felt queerer than ever before endlinehere  the snowdrop bed was reached and she bent down her head endlinehere  on the striped ground the snake was wound endlinehere  for a moment clotilde paused in alarm then she rolled up her sleeve and stretched out her arm endlinehere  she thought she heard steps she must be quick endlinehere  she darted her hand out and seized the thick wriggling slime only just in time endlinehere  the old gardener came muttering down the path and his shadow fell like a broad black swath and covered clotilde and the angry snake endlinehere  he bit her but what difference did that make endlinehere  the virgin should dress in his loveliness endlinehere  the gardener was covering his new set plants for the night was chilly and nothing daunts your lover of growing things endlinehere  he spied something to do and turned aside and the moonlight streamed on clotilde and gleamed endlinehere  his business finished the gardener rose endlinehere  he shook and swore for the moonlight shows a girl with a fire tongued serpent she grasping him laughing while quietly her eyes are weeping endlinehere  is he sleeping endlinehere  he thinks it is some holy vision brushes that aside and with decision jumps and hits the snake with his stick crushes his spine and then with quick urgent command takes her hand endlinehere  the gardener sucks the poison and spits cursing and praying as befits a poor old man half out of his wits endlinehere  whatever possessed you sister its hatched of a devil and very evil endlinehere  its one of them horrid basilisks you read about endlinehere  they say a man risks his life to touch it but i guess ive sucked it out by now endlinehere  lucky i chucked it away from you endlinehere  he is dead now but his colours wont fade at once and by noon i shall have made the virgins robe endlinehere  oh francois see how kindly the moon shines down on me endlinehere  i cant die yet for the task was set endlinehere  you wont die now for ive sucked it away grumbled old francois so have your play endlinehere  if the virgin is set on snakes colours so strong francois dont say things like that it is wrong endlinehere  so clotilde vented her creed endlinehere  he cant do no more harm sister said he endlinehere  paint as much as you like endlinehere  and gingerly he picked up the snake with his stick endlinehere  clotilde thanked him and begged that he would shield her secret though itching to talk in the kitchen endlinehere  at dawns first saffron spired warning clotilde was up endlinehere  and all that morning except when she went to the chapel to pray she painted and when the april day was hot with sun clotilde had done endlinehere  she drooped though her heart beat loud at the beauty before her and her spirit bowed to the virgin her finely touched thought had made endlinehere  a lady in excellence arrayed and wonder souled endlinehere  from long fasting clotilde felt weary and faint but her eyes were starred like those of a saint enmeshed in heavens beatitude endlinehere  a sudden clamour hurled its rude force to break her vision awake endlinehere  the door nearly leapt from its hinges pushed by the multitude of nuns endlinehere  they hushed when they saw clotilde in perfect quiet smiling a little perplexed at the riot endlinehere  and all the hive buzzed shes alive endlinehere  he had found the strain of silence too great and preferred the pain of a conscience outraged endlinehere  the news had spread and all were convinced clotilde must be dead endlinehere  for francois to spite them had not seen fit to right them endlinehere  how could we have guessed our convent so blessed endlinehere  to have you die endlinehere  and i who am a hollow living shell the grave is empty of me endlinehere  holy mary i crave to be taken dear mother instead of this other endlinehere  she dropped on her knees and silently prayed with anguished hands and tears delayed to a painful slowness endlinehere  the minutes drew to fractions endlinehere  then the west wind blew the sound of a bell on a gusty swell endlinehere  it came skipping over the slates of the roof and the bright bell notes seemed a reproof to grief in the eye of so fair a day endlinehere  the abbess comforted ceased to pray endlinehere  and the sun lit the flowers in clotildes book of hours endlinehere  it glistened the green of the virgins dress and made the red spots in a flushed excess pulse and start and the violet wings of the angel were colour which shines and sings endlinehere  the book seemed a choir of rainbow fire endlinehere  the abbess crossed herself and each nun did the same then one by one they filed to the chapel that incensed prayers might plead for the life of this sister of theirs endlinehere  clotilde the inspired endlinehere  she only felt tired endlinehere  the old chronicles say she did not die until heavy with years endlinehere  and that is why there hangs in the convent church a basket of osiered silver a holy casket and treasured therein a dried snake skin endlinehere  panels of claret and blue which shine under the moon like lees of wine endlinehere  a coronet done in a golden scroll and wheels which blunder and creak as they roll through the muddy ruts of a moorland track endlinehere  they darent look back endlinehere  they are whipping and cursing the horses endlinehere  what brutes men are when they think theyre scored endlinehere  they are scared half out of their wits poor souls endlinehere  for my lord has a casket full of rolls of minted sovereigns and silver bars endlinehere  i laugh to think how hell show his scars in london to morrow endlinehere  he whines with rage in his varnished cage endlinehere  my lady has shoved her rings over her toes endlinehere  tis an ancient trick every night rider knows endlinehere  but i shall relieve her of them yet when i see she limps in the minuet i must beg to celebrate this night and the green moonlight endlinehere  theres nothing to hurry about the plain is hours long and the muds a strain endlinehere  my geldings uncommonly strong in the loins in half an hour ill bag the coins endlinehere  tis a clear sweet night on the turn of spring endlinehere  the chase is the thing endlinehere  how the coach flashes and wobbles the moon dripping down so quietly on it endlinehere  a tune is beating out of the curses and screams and the cracking all through the painted seams endlinehere  steady old horse well keep it in sight endlinehere  tis a rare fine night endlinehere  theres a clump of trees on the dip of the down and the sky shimmers where it hangs over the town endlinehere  it seems a shame to break the air in two with this pistol but ive my share of drudgery like other men endlinehere  hold up you beast now what the devil endlinehere  confound this moor for a pockholed evil rotten marsh endlinehere  my right legs snapped endlinehere  tis a mercy hes rolled but im nicely capped endlinehere  a broken legged man and a broken legged horse endlinehere  theyll get me of course endlinehere  the cursed coach will reach the town and theyll all come out every loafer grown a lion to handcuff a man thats down endlinehere  oh the coachmans bulleted hat endlinehere  ill give it a head to fit it pat endlinehere  _they handcuffed the body just for style and they hung him in chains for the volatile wind to scour him flesh from bones endlinehere  way out on the moor you can hear the groans his gibbet makes when it blows a gale endlinehere  tis a common tale endlinehere  _ paul jannes was working very late for this watch must be done by eight to morrow or the cardinal would certainly be vexed endlinehere  so they picked his pocket and he paid in jewels for his slobbering kisses endlinehere  this watch was made to buy him blisses from an austrian countess on her way home and she meant to start next day endlinehere  paul worked by the pointed tulip flame of a tallow candle and became so absorbed that his old clock made him wince striking the hour a moment since endlinehere  its echo only half apprehended lingered about the room endlinehere  he ended screwing the little rubies in setting the wheels to lock and spin curling the infinitesimal springs fixing the filigree hands endlinehere  chippings of precious stones lay strewn about endlinehere  the table before him was a rout of splashes and sparks of coloured light endlinehere  there was yellow gold in sheets and quite a heap of emeralds and steel endlinehere  here was a gem there was a wheel endlinehere  and glasses lay like limpid lakes shining and still and there were flakes of silver and shavings of pearl and little wires all awhirl with the light of the candle endlinehere  he took the watch and wound its hands about to match the time then glanced up to take the hour from the hanging clock endlinehere  good merciful power endlinehere  how came that shadow on the wall no woman was in the room endlinehere  his tall chiffonier stood gaunt behind his chair endlinehere  his old cloak rabbit lined hung from a peg endlinehere  the door was closed endlinehere  just for a moment he must have dozed endlinehere  he looked again and saw it plain endlinehere  the silhouette made a blue black stain on the opposite wall and it never wavered even when the candle quavered under his panting breath endlinehere  what made that beautiful dreadful thing that shade of something so lovely so exquisite cast from a substance which the sight had not been tutored to perceive endlinehere  paul brushed his eyes across his sleeve endlinehere  clear cut the shadow on the wall gleamed black and never moved at all endlinehere  pauls watches were like amulets wrought into patterns and rosettes the cases were all set with stones and wreathing lines and shining zones endlinehere  he knew the beauty in a curve and the shadow tortured every nerve with its perfect rhythm of outline cutting the whitewashed wall endlinehere  so fine was the neck he knew he could have spanned it about with the fingers of one hand endlinehere  the lady was edged with the stamp of race endlinehere  a singular vision in such a place endlinehere  he moved the candle to the tall chiffonier the shadow stayed on the wall endlinehere  he threw his cloak upon a chair and still the ladys face was there endlinehere  from every corner of the room he saw in the patch of light the gloom that was the lady endlinehere  her violet bloom was almost brighter than that which came from his candles tulip flame endlinehere  he set the filigree hands he laid the watch in the case which he had made he put on his rabbit cloak and snuffed his candle out endlinehere  the room seemed stuffed with darkness endlinehere  softly he crossed the floor and let himself out through the door endlinehere  the sun was flashing from every pin and wheel when paul let himself in endlinehere  the whitewashed walls were hot with light endlinehere  the room was the core of a chrysolite burning and shimmering with fiery might endlinehere  the sun was so bright that no shadow could fall from the furniture upon the wall endlinehere  paul sighed as he looked at the empty space where a glare usurped the ladys place endlinehere  he settled himself to his work but his mind wandered and he would wake to find his hand suspended his eyes grown dim and nothing advanced beyond the rim of his dreaming endlinehere  the cardinal sent to pay for his watch which had purchased so fine a day endlinehere  but paul could hardly touch the gold it seemed the price of his shadow sold endlinehere  with the first twilight he struck a match and watched the little blue stars hatch into an egg of perfect flame endlinehere  he lit his candle and almost in shame at his eagerness lifted his eyes endlinehere  the shadow was there and its precise outline etched the cold white wall endlinehere  the young man swore by god endlinehere  you paul theres something the matter with your brain endlinehere  go home now and sleep off the strain endlinehere  the next day was a storm the rain whispered and scratched at the window pane endlinehere  a grey and shadowless morning filled the little shop endlinehere  the watches chilled were dead and sparkless as burnt out coals endlinehere  the gems lay on the table like shoals of stranded shells their colours faded mere heaps of stone dull and degraded endlinehere  pauls head was heavy his hands obeyed no orders for his fancy strayed endlinehere  his work became a simple round of watches repaired and watches wound endlinehere  the slanting ribbons of the rain broke themselves on the window pane but paul saw the silver lines in vain endlinehere  in the morning he selected all his perfect jacinths endlinehere  when at dusk the shadow grew upon the wall pauls work was through endlinehere  holding the watch he spoke to her lady beautiful shadow stir into one brief sign of being endlinehere  turn your eyes this way and seeing this watch made from those sweet curves where your hair from your forehead swerves accept the gift which i have wrought with your fairness in my thought endlinehere  grant me this and i shall be honoured overwhelmingly endlinehere  the shadow rested black and still and the wind sighed over the window sill endlinehere  topazes ran in a foamy stream over the cover the hands were studded with garnets and seemed red roses budded endlinehere  the face was of crystal and engraved upon it the figures flashed and waved with zircons and beryls and amethysts endlinehere  it took a week to make and his trysts at night with the shadow were his alone endlinehere  paul swore not to speak till his task was done endlinehere  the night that the jewel was worthy to give endlinehere  paul watched the long hours of daylight live to the faintest streak then lit his light and sharp against the walls pure white the outline of the shadow started into form endlinehere  his burning hearted words so long imprisoned swelled to tumbling speech endlinehere  like one compelled he told the lady all his love and holding out the watch above his head he knelt imploring some littlest sign endlinehere  the shadow was dumb endlinehere  weeks passed paul worked in fevered haste and everything he made he placed before his lady endlinehere  the shadow kept its perfect passiveness endlinehere  he wooed her with the work of his hands he waited for those dear commands she never gave endlinehere  no word no motion eased the ache of his devotion endlinehere  his days passed in a strain of toil his nights burnt up in a seething coil endlinehere  seasons shot by uncognisant he worked endlinehere  the shadow came to haunt even his days endlinehere  sometimes quite plain he saw on the wall the blackberry stain of his ladys picture endlinehere  no sun was bright enough to dazzle that from his sight endlinehere  then he would curse himself and her endlinehere  and more the beauty he could not make and give her for her comforts sake endlinehere  he would beat his weary empty hands upon the table would hold up strands of silver and gold and ask her why she scorned the best which he could buy endlinehere  he would pray as to some high niched saint that she would cure him of the taint of failure endlinehere  he would clutch the wall with his bleeding fingers if she should fall he could catch and hold her and make her live endlinehere  with sobs he would ask her to forgive all he had done endlinehere  and broken spent he would call himself impertinent presumptuous a tradesman a nothing driven to madness by the sight of heaven endlinehere  there were days when he wooed as a lover sighed in tenderness spoke to his bride urged her to patience said his skill should break the spell endlinehere  a mans sworn will could compass life even that he knew endlinehere  he would prove it true endlinehere  the edge of the shadow never blurred endlinehere  the lips of the shadow never stirred endlinehere  he would climb on chairs to reach her lips and pat her hair with his finger tips endlinehere  then deadly sick he would lie in a swoon for hours while thick phantasmagoria crowded his brain and his body shrieked in the clutch of pain endlinehere  the crisis passed he would wake and smile with a vacant joy half imbecile and quite confused not being certain why he was suffering a curtain fallen over the tortured mind beguiled his sorrow endlinehere  like a little child he would play with his watches and gems with glee calling the shadow to look and see how the spots on the ceiling danced prettily when he flashed his stones endlinehere  mother the green has slid so cunningly in between the blue and the yellow endlinehere  oh please look down endlinehere  one morning he threw the street door wide on coming in and his vigorous stride made the tools on his table rattle and jump endlinehere  in his hands he carried a new burst clump of laurel blossoms whose smooth barked stalks were pliant with sap endlinehere  as a husband talks to the wife he left an hour ago paul spoke to the shadow endlinehere  dear you know to day the calendar calls it spring and i woke this morning gathering asphodels in my dreams for you endlinehere  so i rushed out to see what flowers blew their pink and purple scented souls across the town winds dusty scrolls and made the approach to the market square a garden with smells and sunny air endlinehere  i feel so well and happy to day i think i shall take a holiday endlinehere  and to night we will have a little treat endlinehere  i am going to bring you something to eat endlinehere  he looked at the shadow anxiously endlinehere  it was quite grave and silent endlinehere  he shut the outer door and came and leant against the window frame endlinehere  dearest he said we live apart although i bear you in my heart endlinehere  we look out each from a different world endlinehere  at any moment we may be hurled asunder endlinehere  they follow their orbits we obey their laws entirely endlinehere  now you must come or i go there unless we are willing to live the flare of a lighted instant and have it gone endlinehere  a bee in the laurels began to drone endlinehere  a loosened petal fluttered prone endlinehere  man grows by eating if you eat you will be filled with our life sweet will be our planet in your mouth endlinehere  if not i must parch in deaths wide drouth until i gain to where you are and give you myself in whatever star may happen endlinehere  is it not ordered cleverly endlinehere  the shadow bloomed like a plum and clear hung in the sunlight endlinehere  it did not hear endlinehere  paul slipped away as the dusk began to dim the little shop endlinehere  he ran to the nearest inn and chose with care as much as his thin purse could bear endlinehere  returning he brushed his tools aside and laid across the table a wide napkin endlinehere  he put a glass and plate on either side in duplicate endlinehere  over the ladys excellent with loveliness the laurels bent endlinehere  in the centre the white flaked pastry stood and beside it the wine flask endlinehere  red as blood was the wine which should bring the lustihood of human life to his ladys veins endlinehere  he put meat on her plate and filled her glass and waited what should come to pass endlinehere  the shadow lay quietly on the wall endlinehere  from the street outside came a watchmans call a cloudy night endlinehere  rain beginning to fall endlinehere  and still he waited endlinehere  the clocks slow tick knocked on the silence endlinehere  he filled his own glass full of wine from his pocket he took a paper endlinehere  the twine was knotted and he searched a knife from his jumbled tools endlinehere  the cord of life snapped as he cut the little string endlinehere  he knew that he must do the thing he feared endlinehere  he shook powder into the wine and holding it up so the candles shine sparked a ruby through its heart he drank it endlinehere  dear never apart again endlinehere  you have said it was mine to do endlinehere  it is done and i am come to you endlinehere  paul jannes let the empty wine glass fall and held out his arms endlinehere  the insentient wall stared down at him with its cold white glare unstained endlinehere  the shadow was not there endlinehere  paul clutched and tore at his tightening throat endlinehere  he felt the veins in his body bloat and the hot blood run like fire and stones along the sides of his cracking bones endlinehere  but he laughed as he staggered towards the door and he laughed aloud as he sank on the floor endlinehere  the coroner took the body away and the watches were sold that saturday endlinehere  the auctioneer said one could seldom buy such watches and the prices were high endlinehere  holy mother of god merciful mary endlinehere  i am very weary endlinehere  i have come from a village miles away all day i have been coming and i ache for such far roaming endlinehere  i cannot walk as light as i used and my thoughts grow confused endlinehere  i am heavier than i was endlinehere  mary mother you know the cause endlinehere  beautiful holy lady take my shame away from me endlinehere  let this fear be only seeming let it be that i am dreaming endlinehere  for months i have hoped it was so now i am afraid i know endlinehere  lady why should this be shame just because i havent got his name endlinehere  he loved me yes lady he did and he couldnt keep it hid endlinehere  we meant to marry endlinehere  why did he die endlinehere  that day when they told me he had gone down in the avalanche and could not be found until the snow melted in spring i did nothing endlinehere  i could not cry endlinehere  why should he die endlinehere  why should he die and his child live endlinehere  his little child alive in me for my comfort endlinehere  no good god for my misery endlinehere  i cannot face the shame to be a mother and not married and the poor child to be reviled for having no father endlinehere  merciful mother holy virgin take away this sin i did endlinehere  let the baby not be endlinehere  only take the stigma off of me endlinehere  i have told no one but you holy mary endlinehere  my mother would call me whore and spit upon me the priest would have me repent and have the rest of my life spent in a convent endlinehere  i am no whore no bad woman he loved me and we were to be married endlinehere  i carried him always in my heart what did it matter if i gave him the least part of me too endlinehere  you were a virgin holy mother but you had a son you know there are times when a woman must give all endlinehere  there is some call to give and hold back nothing endlinehere  i swear i obeyed god then and this child who lives in me is the sign endlinehere  he is dead my beautiful strong man endlinehere  i shall never feel him caress me again endlinehere  this is the only baby i shall have endlinehere  oh holy virgin protect my baby endlinehere  my little helpless baby endlinehere  he will look like his father and he will be as fast a runner and as good a shot endlinehere  not that he shall be no scholar neither endlinehere  how can i think such things i am not good endlinehere  my father will have nothing to do with my boy i shall be an outcast thing endlinehere  oh mother of our lord god be merciful take away my shame endlinehere  let my body be as it was before he came endlinehere  no little baby for me to keep underneath my heart for those long months endlinehere  to live for and to get comfort from endlinehere  i cannot go home and tell my mother endlinehere  she is so hard and righteous endlinehere  she never loved my father and we were born for duty not for love endlinehere  i cannot face it endlinehere  holy mother take my baby away endlinehere  take away my little baby endlinehere  i dont want it i cant bear it endlinehere  and i shall have nothing nothing endlinehere  just be known as a good girl endlinehere  have other men want to marry me whom i could not touch after having known my man endlinehere  he is gone my man i shall never hear him or feel him again but i could not touch another endlinehere  i would rather lie under the snow with my own man in my arms endlinehere  so i shall live on and on endlinehere  just a good woman endlinehere  with nothing to warm my heart where he lay and where he left his baby for me to care for endlinehere  i shall not be quite human i think endlinehere  merely a stone dead creature endlinehere  they will respect me endlinehere  what do i care for respect endlinehere  you didnt care for peoples tongues when you were carrying our lord jesus endlinehere  god had my man give me my baby when he knew that he was going to take him away endlinehere  his lips will comfort me his hands will soothe me endlinehere  all day i will work at my lace making and all night i will keep him warm by my side and pray the blessed angels to cover him with their wings endlinehere  dear mother what is it that sings endlinehere  i hear voices singing and lovely silver trumpets through it all endlinehere  they seem just on the other side of the wall endlinehere  let me keep my baby holy mother endlinehere  he is only a poor lace makers baby with a stain upon him but give me strength to bring him up to be a man endlinehere  tang of fruitage in the air red boughs bursting everywhere shimmering of seeded grass hooded gentians all amass endlinehere  warmth of earth and cloudless wind tearing off the husky rind blowing feathered seeds to fall by the sun baked sheltering wall endlinehere  beech trees in a golden haze hardy sumachs all ablaze glowing through the silver birches endlinehere  how that pine tree shouts and lurches endlinehere  from the sunny door jamb high swings the shell of a butterfly endlinehere  scrape of insect violins through the stubble shrilly dins endlinehere  every blades a minaret where a small muezzins set loudly calling us to pray at the miracle of day endlinehere  then the purple lidded night westering comes her footsteps light guided by the radiant boon of a sickle shaped new moon endlinehere  in the brown water thick and silver sheened in the sunshine liquid and cool in the shade of the reeds a pike dozed endlinehere  lost among the shadows of stems he lay unnoticed endlinehere  suddenly he flicked his tail and a green and copper brightness ran under the water endlinehere  out from under the reeds came the olive green light and orange flashed up through the sun thickened water endlinehere  so the fish passed across the pool green and copper a darkness and a gleam and the blurred reflections of the willows on the opposite bank received it endlinehere  where is she the woman who wore it endlinehere  the scent of her lingers and drugs me endlinehere  a languor fire shotted runs through me and i crush the scarf down on my face and gulp in the warmth and the blueness and my eyes swim in cool tinted heavens endlinehere  around me are columns of marble and a diapered sun flickered pavement endlinehere  rose leaves blow and patter against it endlinehere  below the stone steps a lute tinkles endlinehere  a jar of green jade throws its shadow half over the floor endlinehere  a big bellied frog hops through the sunlight and plops in the gold bubbled water of a basin sunk in the black and white marble endlinehere  the west wind has lifted a scarf on the seat close beside me the blue of it is a violent outrage of colour endlinehere  she draws it more closely about her and it ripples beneath her slight stirring endlinehere  how loud clocks can tick when a room is empty and one is alone endlinehere  my daffodil crowned slim and without sandals endlinehere  as the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness so my eyeballs are startled with you supple limbed youth among the fruit trees light runner through tasselled orchards endlinehere  you are an almond flower unsheathed leaping and flickering between the budded branches endlinehere  as i would free the white almond from the green husk so would i strip your trappings off beloved endlinehere  and fingering the smooth and polished kernel i should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting endlinehere  the neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute endlinehere  from my bed i can hear him and the round notes flutter and tap about the room and hit against each other blurring to unexpected chords endlinehere  it is very beautiful with the little flute notes all about me in the darkness endlinehere  in the daytime the neighbour eats bread and onions with one hand and copies music with the other endlinehere  he is fat and has a bald head so i do not look at him but run quickly past his window endlinehere  there is always the sky to look at or the water in the well endlinehere  but when night comes and he plays his flute i think of him as a young man with gold seals hanging from his watch and a blue coat with silver buttons endlinehere  you are beautiful and faded like an old opera tune played upon a harpsichord or like the sun flooded silks of an eighteenth century boudoir endlinehere  in your eyes smoulder the fallen roses of out lived minutes and the perfume of your soul is vague and suffusing with the pungence of sealed spice jars endlinehere  your half tones delight me and i grow mad with gazing at your blent colours endlinehere  my vigour is a new minted penny which i cast at your feet endlinehere  gather it up from the dust that its sparkle may amuse you endlinehere  damp smell the ferns in tunnels of stone where trickle and plash the fountains marble fountains yellowed with much water endlinehere  splashing down moss tarnished steps it falls the water and the air is throbbing with it endlinehere  with its gurgling and running endlinehere  with its leaping and deep cool murmur endlinehere  and i wished for night and you endlinehere  i wanted to see you in the swimming pool white and shining in the silver flecked water endlinehere  while the moon rode over the garden high in the arch of night and the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness endlinehere  night and the water and you in your whiteness bathing endlinehere  guarded within the old red walls embrace marshalled like soldiers in gay company the tulips stand arrayed endlinehere  here infantry wheels out into the sunlight endlinehere  what bold grace sets off their tunics white with crimson lace endlinehere  here are platoons of gold frocked cavalry with scarlet sabres tossing in the eye of purple batteries every gun in place endlinehere  forward they come with flaunting colours spread with torches burning stepping out in time to some quick unheard march endlinehere  our ears are dead we cannot catch the tune endlinehere  in pantomime parades that army endlinehere  with our utmost powers we hear the wind stream through a bed of flowers endlinehere  as a monk who prays changed to there are none ever endlinehere  as a monk who prays a tale of starvation and he neither eat nor drank endlinehere  changed to and he neither ate nor drank endlinehere  the great adventure of max breuck stanza headings were originally roman numerals endlinehere  and terror wingd steps endlinehere  before the altar bowed he stands with empty hands upon it perfumed offerings burn wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn endlinehere  his sole condition love and poverty endlinehere  shining and distant goddess hear my prayer where you swim in the high air endlinehere  with charity look down on me under this tree tending the gifts i have not brought the rare and goodly things i have not sought endlinehere  instead take from me all my life endlinehere  upon the wings of shimmering moonbeams i pack my poets dreams for you endlinehere  my wearying strife my courage my loss into the night i toss for you endlinehere  golden divinity deign to look down on me who so unworthily offers to you all life has known seeds withered unsown hopes turning quick to fears laughter which dies in tears endlinehere  the shredded remnant of a man is all the span and compass of my offering to you endlinehere  empty and silent i kneel before your pure calm majesty endlinehere  on this stone in this urn i pour my heart and watch it burn myself the sacrifice but be still unmoved divinity endlinehere  from the altar bathed in moonlight the smoke rose straight in the quiet night endlinehere  wild little bird who chose thee for a sign to put upon the cover of this book endlinehere  who heard thee singing in the distance dim the vague far greenness of the enshrouding wood when the damp freshness of the morning earth was full of pungent sweetness and thy song endlinehere  we do not know what bird thou art endlinehere  perhaps that fairy bird fabled in island tale who never sings but once and then his song is of such fearful beauty that he dies from sheer exuberance of melody endlinehere  for this they took thee little bird for this they captured thee tilting among the leaves and stamped thee for a symbol on this book endlinehere  for it contains a song surpassing thine richer more sweet more poignant endlinehere  glinting golden through the trees apples of hesperides endlinehere  through the moon pierced warp of night shoot pale shafts of yellow light swaying to the kissing breeze swings the treasure golden gleaming apples of hesperides endlinehere  far and lofty yet they glimmer apples of hesperides endlinehere  blinded by their radiant shimmer pushing forward just for these dew besprinkled bramble marred poor duped mortal travel scarred always thinking soon to seize and possess the golden glistening apples of hesperides endlinehere  orbed and glittering and pendent apples of hesperides endlinehere  not one missing still transcendent clustering like a swarm of bees endlinehere  yielding to no mans desire glowing with a saffron fire splendid unassailed the golden apples of hesperides endlinehere  april had covered the hills with flickering yellows and reds the sparkle and coolness of snow was blown from the mountain beds endlinehere  across a deep sunken stream the pink of blossoming trees and from windless appleblooms the humming of many bees endlinehere  the air was of rose and gold arabesqued with the song of birds who swinging unseen under leaves made music more eager than words endlinehere  of a sudden aslant the road a brightness to dazzle and stun a glint of the bluest blue a flash from a sapphire sun endlinehere  blue birds so blue t was a dream an impossible unconceived hue the high sky of summer dropped down some rapturous ocean to woo endlinehere  such a colour such infinite light endlinehere  the heart of a fabulous gem many faceted brilliant and rare endlinehere  centre stone of the earths diadem endlinehere  centre stone of the crown of the world sincerity graved on your youth endlinehere  and your eyes hold the blue bird flash the sapphire shaft which is truth endlinehere  life is a stream on which we strew petal by petal the flower of our heart the end lost in dream they float past our view we only watch their glad early start endlinehere  freighted with hope crimsoned with joy we scatter the leaves of our opening rose their widening scope their distant employ we never shall know endlinehere  and the stream as it flows sweeps them away each one is gone ever beyond into infinite ways endlinehere  we alone stay while years hurry on the flower fared forth though its fragrance still stays endlinehere  so through the vacancy of busy life at intervals you cross my path and bring the deep solemnity of passing years endlinehere  for you i have shed bitter tears for you i have relinquished that for which my heart cried out in selfish longing endlinehere  and to night having just left you i can say t is well endlinehere  thank god that i have known a soul so true so nobly just so worthy to be loved endlinehere  stupefy my heart to every days monotony seal up my eyes i would not look so far chasten my steps to peaceful regularity bow down my head lest i behold a star endlinehere  fill my days with work a thousand calm necessities leaving no moment to consecrate to hope girdle my thoughts within the dull circumferences of facts which form the actual in one short hours scope endlinehere  give me dreamless sleep and loose nights power over me shut my ears to sounds only tumultuous then bid fancy slumber and steal away its potency or nature wakes and strives to live again endlinehere  let each day pass well ordered in its usefulness unlit by sunshine unscarred by storm dower me with strength and curb all foolish eagerness the law exacts obedience endlinehere  high up above the open welcoming door it hangs a piece of wood with colours dim endlinehere  once long ago it was a waving tree and knew the sun and shadow through the leaves of forest trees in a thick eastern wood endlinehere  dark midnight storms had roared and crashed among its branches breaking here and there a limb but every now and then broad sunlit days lovingly lingered caught among the leaves endlinehere  an artist once with patient careful knife had fashioned it like to the untamed sea endlinehere  here waves uprear themselves their tops blown back by the gay sunny wind which whips the blue and breaks it into gleams and sparks of light endlinehere  among the flashing waves are two white birds which swoop and soar and scream for very joy at the wild sport endlinehere  now diving quickly in questing some glistening fish endlinehere  now flying up their dripping feathers shining in the sun while the wet drops like little glints of light fall pattering backward to the parent sea endlinehere  gliding along the green and foam flecked hollows or skimming some white crest about to break the spirits of the sky deigning to stoop and play with ocean in a summer mood endlinehere  when you my dear are away away how wearily goes the creeping day endlinehere  a year drags after morning and night starts another year of candle light endlinehere  o pausing sun and lingering moon endlinehere  grant me i beg of you this boon endlinehere  whirl round the earth as never sun has his diurnal journey run endlinehere  and moon slip past the ladders of air in a single flash while your streaming hair catches the stars and pulls them down to shine on some slumbering chinese town endlinehere  o kindly sun endlinehere  bring evening to crowd the footsteps of noon endlinehere  but when that long awaited day hangs ripe in the heavens your voyaging stay endlinehere  be morning o sun endlinehere  with the lark in song be afternoon for ages long endlinehere  and moon let you and your lesser lights watch over a century of nights endlinehere  here terrace sinks to terrace arbors close the ends of dreaming paths a wanton wind jostles the half ripe pears and then unkind tumbles a slumber in a pillar rose with content grown indolent endlinehere  by night my garden is oerhung with gems fixed in an onyx setting endlinehere  fireflies flicker their lanterns in my dazzled eyes endlinehere  in serried rows i guess the straight stiff stems of hollyhocks against the rocks endlinehere  who shall declare the joy of the running endlinehere  who shall tell of the pleasures of flight endlinehere  springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather sweeping wide winged through the blue dome of light endlinehere  everything mortal has moments immortal swift and god gifted immeasurably bright endlinehere  joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight endlinehere  with the vigorous earth i am one endlinehere  to be a flower nodding in the sun bending then upspringing as the breezes run holding up a scent brimmed cup full of summers fragrance to the summer sun endlinehere  to be a butterfly still upon a flower winking with its painted wings happy in the hour endlinehere  blossoms hold mines of gold deep within the farthest heart of each chaliced flower endlinehere  to be a cloud blowing through the blue shadowing the mountains rushing loudly through valleys deep where torrents keep always their plunging thunder and their misty arch of blue endlinehere  to be a wave splintering on the sand drawing back but leaving lingeringly the land endlinehere  rainbow light flashes bright telling tales of coral caves half hid in yellow sand endlinehere  soon they die the flowers insects live a day clouds dissolve in showers only waves at play last forever endlinehere  shall endeavor make a sea of purpose mightier than we dream to day endlinehere  he whistled a little frivolous tune which he felt to be pulsing with ecstasy for he thought that success always followed desire such a very superlative fool was he endlinehere  a maiden came by on an ambling mule her gown was rose red and her kerchief blue on her lap she carried a basket of eggs endlinehere  thought the fool there is certainly room for two endlinehere  so he jauntily swaggered towards the maid and put out his hand to the bridle rein endlinehere  my pretty girl quoth the fool take me up for to ride with you to the town i am fain endlinehere  but the maiden struck at his upraised arm and pelted him hotly with eggs a score endlinehere  the mule lashed into a fury ran the fool went back to his stone and swore endlinehere  then out of the cloud of settling dust the burly form of an abbot appeared reading his office he rode to the town endlinehere  and the fool got up for his heart was cheered endlinehere  he stood in the midst of the long white road and swept off his cap till it touched the ground endlinehere  ah reverent sir well met said the fool a worthier transport never was found endlinehere  i pray you allow me to mount with you your palfrey seems both sturdy and young endlinehere  the abbot looked up from the holy book and cried out in anger hold your tongue endlinehere  how dare you obstruct the kings highroad you saucy varlet get out of my way endlinehere  then he gave the fool a cut with his whip and leaving him smarting he rode away endlinehere  the fool was angry the fool was sore and he cursed the folly of monks and maids endlinehere  if i could but meet with a man sighed the fool for a woman fears and a friar upbraids endlinehere  then he saw a flashing of distant steel and the clanking of harness greeted his ears and up the road journeyed knights at arms with waving plumes and glittering spears endlinehere  the fool took notice and slowly arose not quite so sure was his foolish heart endlinehere  if priests and women would none of him was it likely a knight would take his part endlinehere  they sang as they rode these lusty boys when one chanced to turn toward the highways side theres a sorry figure of fun jested he well sirrah endlinehere  move back there is scarce room to ride endlinehere  then the company halted and laughed out loud endlinehere  was such a request ever made to a knight endlinehere  and where are your legs asked one if you start you may be inside the town gates to night endlinehere  t is a lazy fellow let him alone theyve no room in the town for such idlers as he endlinehere  but one bent from his saddle and said my man art thou not ashamed to beg charity endlinehere  thou art well set up and thy legs are strong but it much misgives me lest thourt a fool for beggars get only a beggars crust wise men are reared in a different school endlinehere  purple tree shadows crept over the road the level sun flung an orange light and the fool laid his head on the hard gray stone and wept as he realized advancing night endlinehere  a great round moon rose over a hill and the steady wind blew yet more cool and crouched on a stone a wayfarer sobbed for at last he knew he was only a fool endlinehere  the stars hang thick in the apple tree the south wind smells of the pungent sea gold tulip cups are heavy with dew endlinehere  the nights for you sweetheart for you endlinehere  starfire rains from the vaulted blue endlinehere  the dancing of unseen leaves endlinehere  a drowsy swallow stirs in the eaves endlinehere  only a maiden is sorrowing endlinehere  t is night and spring sweetheart and spring endlinehere  starfire lights your hearts blossoming endlinehere  in the intimate dark theres never an ear though the tulips stand on tiptoe to hear so give ripe fruit must shrivel or fall endlinehere  as you are mine sweetheart give all endlinehere  starfire sparkles your coronal endlinehere  what is poetry endlinehere  is it a mosaic of coloured stones which curiously are wrought into a pattern endlinehere  softly the water ripples against the canoes curving side softly the birch trees rustle flinging over us branches wide endlinehere  from the shore come the scents of a garden and between a gap in the trees a proud white statue glimmers in cold disdainful ease endlinehere  the child of a southern people the thought of an alien race what does she in this pale northern garden how reconcile it with her grace endlinehere  but the moon in her wayward beauty is ever and always the same as lovely as when upon latmos she watched till endymion came endlinehere  through the water the moon writes her legends in light on the smooth wet sand they endure for a moment and vanish and no one may understand endlinehere  all round us the secret of nature is telling itself to our sight we may guess at her meaning but never can know the full mystery of night endlinehere  but her power of enchantment is on us we bow to the spell which she weaves made up of the murmur of waves and the manifold whisper of leaves endlinehere  to me it is not so endlinehere  to me alone it is a time of pause a void and silent space between two worlds when inspiration lags and feeling sleeps gathering strength for efforts yet to come endlinehere  for life alone is creator of life and closest contact with the human world is like a lantern shining in the night to light me to a knowledge of myself endlinehere  as for a moment he stands in hardy masculine beauty poised on the fircrested rock over the pool which below him gleams in the wavering sunlight waiting the shock of his plunging endlinehere  so for a moment i stand my feet planted firm in the present eagerly scanning the future which is so soon to possess me endlinehere  later the solitude vanished confused and distracted the road where many were seeking and jostling endlinehere  left behind were the trees and the flowers the half realized beauty of quiet the sacred unconscious communing endlinehere  and now he is come to a river a line of gray sullen water not blue and splashing but dark rolling somberly on to the ocean endlinehere  but on the far side is a city whose windows flame gold in the sunset endlinehere  be strong to uphold him and bear him across to the city the beautiful city whose spires still glow with the fires of sunset endlinehere  look dear how bright the moonlight is to night endlinehere  see where it casts the shadow of that tree far out upon the grass endlinehere  it seems as though the garden which you love were like a swinging censer its incense floating before us as a reverent act to sanctify and bless our night of love endlinehere  i need to hear it often for my heart doubts naturally and finds it hard to trust endlinehere  ah dearest you are good to love me so and yet i would not have it goodness rather excess of selfishness in you to need me through and through as flowers need the sun endlinehere  has your life too been waiting for this time not only mine the sharpness of this joy endlinehere  dear heart i love you worship you as though i were a priest before a holy shrine endlinehere  im glad that you are beautiful although were you not lovely still i needs must love but you are all things it must have been so for otherwise it were not you endlinehere  come close when you are in the circle of my arm faith grows a mountain and i take my stand upon its utmost top endlinehere  yes yes once more kiss me and let me feel you very near wanting me wholly even as i want you endlinehere  have years behind been dark endlinehere  will those to come bring unguessed sorrows into our two lives endlinehere  what does it matter we have had to night endlinehere  to night will make us strong for we believe each in the other this is a sacrament endlinehere  i know a country laced with roads they join the hills and they span the brooks they weave like a shuttle between broad fields and slide discreetly through hidden nooks endlinehere  they are canopied like a persian dome and carpeted with orient dyes endlinehere  they are myriad voiced and musical and scented with happiest memories endlinehere  o winding roads that i know so well every twist and turn every hollow and hill endlinehere  they are set in my heart to a pulsing tune gay as a honey bee humming in june endlinehere  o uphill roads and roads that dip down endlinehere  you curl your sun spattered length along and your march is beaten into a song by the softly ringing hoofs of a horse and the panting breath of the dogs i love endlinehere  the pageant of autumn follows its course and the blue sky of autumn laughs above endlinehere  and the song and the country become as one i see it as music i hear it as light prismatic and shimmering trembling to tone the land of desire my souls delight endlinehere  and always it beats in my listening ears with the gentle thud of a horses stride with the swift falling steps of many dogs following following at my side endlinehere  o roads that journey to fairyland endlinehere  how still it is endlinehere  what sound is that which echoes through the wood endlinehere  is it the reedy note of an oaten pipe endlinehere  perchance a minute more will see the brood of the shaggy forest god and on his lip will rest the rushes he is wont to play endlinehere  his train in woven baskets bear ripe fruit and weave a dance with ropes of gray acorns so light their touch the grasses scarcely sway as they the measure tread to the lilting flute endlinehere  t is only fancy thus adorns endlinehere  a cloud drifts idly over the shining sun endlinehere  how damp it seems how silent still and strange endlinehere  surely t was here some tragedy was done and here the chorus sang each coming change endlinehere  the tread of sandalled feet comes noiselessly endlinehere  the silence almost is a sound and dreams take on the semblances of finite things so potent is the spell that what but seems elsewhere is lifted here on fancys wings endlinehere  the little woodland theatre seems to wait all tremulous with hope and wistful joy for something that is sure to come at last some deep emotion satisfying great endlinehere  it grows a living presence bold and shy cradling the future in a glorious past endlinehere  the octagon tower casts a shade cool and gray like a cutlass blade in sun baked vines the cicalas spin the little green lizards run out and in endlinehere  a sail dips over the oceans rim and bubbles rise to the fountains brim endlinehere  slowly she walks to the balustrade idly notes how the blossoms fade in the suns caress then crosses where the shadow shelters a carven chair endlinehere  within its curve supine she lies and wearily closes her tired eyes endlinehere  the minstrel beseeches his silver strings and holding the lady spellbound sings down the road to avignon the long long road to avignon across the bridge to avignon one morning in the spring endlinehere  clouds sail over the distant trees petals are shaken down by the breeze they fall on the terrace tiles like snow the sighing of waves sounds far below endlinehere  a humming bird kisses the lips of a rose then laden with honey and love he goes endlinehere  step by step and he comes to her fearful lest she suddenly stir endlinehere  sunshine and silence and each to each the lute and his singing their only speech he leans above her her eyes unclose the humming bird enters another rose endlinehere  the minstrel hushes his silver strings endlinehere  the beating of humming birds wings endlinehere  down the road to avignon the long long road to avignon across the bridge to avignon one morning in the spring endlinehere  i hear the sigh the goaded city gives not day nor night can ease her heart her anguished labours stay endlinehere  below straight streets monotonous from north and south from east and west stretch glittering and luminous above one tower tops the rest and holds aloft mans constant quest time endlinehere  joyless emblem of the greed of millions robber of the best which earth can give the vulgar creed has seared upon the night its flaming ruthless screed endlinehere  whose soothing presence brings the quiet shining of the stars endlinehere  whose cloak of darkness clings so intimately close that scars are hid from our own eyes endlinehere  beggars by day our wealth is having night to burn our souls before altars dim and tree shadowed where the light is shed from a young moon mysteriously bright endlinehere  where art thou hiding where thy peace endlinehere  this is the hour but thou art not endlinehere  will waking tumult never cease endlinehere  hast thou thy votary forgot endlinehere  nature forsakes this man begot and festering wilderness and now the long still hours are here no jot of dear communing do i know instead the glaring man filled city groans below endlinehere  on winter nights beside the nursery fire we read the fairy tale while glowing coals builded its pictures endlinehere  the foliage seemed to rustle in the wind a silent murmur carved in still gray stone endlinehere  a sudden blare of trumpets and the throng about the entrance parted as the guests filed singly in with rare and precious gifts endlinehere  our eager fancies noted all they brought the glorious unattainable delights endlinehere  but always there was one unbidden guest who cursed the child and left it bitterness endlinehere  the fire falls asunder all is changed i am no more a child and what i see is not a fairy tale but life my life endlinehere  the gifts are there the many pleasant things health wealth long settled friendships with a name which honors all who bear it and the power of making words obedient endlinehere  this is much but overshadowing all is still the curse that never shall i be fulfilled by love endlinehere  along the parching highroad of the world no other soul shall bear mine company endlinehere  so i behold my visions on the ground no longer radiant an ignoble heap of broken dusty glass endlinehere  and so unlit even by hope or faith my dragging steps force me forever through the passing days endlinehere  you came to me bearing bright roses red like the wine of your heart you twisted them into a garland to set me aside from the mart endlinehere  red roses to crown me your lover and i walked aureoled and apart endlinehere  enslaved and encircled i bore it proud token of my gift to you endlinehere  the petals waned paler and shriveled and dropped and the thorns started through endlinehere  bitter thorns to proclaim me your lover a diadem woven with rue endlinehere  dear bessie would my tired rhyme had force to rise from apathy and shaking off its lethargy ring word tones like a christmas chime endlinehere  but in my souls high belfry chill the bitter wind of doubt has blown the summer swallows all have flown the bells are frost bound mute and still endlinehere  upon the crumbling boards the snow has drifted deep the clappers hang prismed with icicles their clang unheard since ages long ago endlinehere  the rope i pull is stiff and cold my straining ears detect no sound except a sigh as round and round the wind rocks through the timbers old endlinehere  below i know the church is bright with haloed tapers warm with prayer but here i only feel the air of icy centuries of night endlinehere  beneath my feet the snow is lit and gemmed with colours red and blue topaz and green where light falls through the saints that in the windows sit endlinehere  here darkness seems a spectred thing voiceless and haunting while the stars mock with a light of long dead years the ache of present suffering endlinehere  silent and winter killed i stand no carol hymns my debt to you but take this frozen thought in lieu and thaw its music in your hand endlinehere  thou father of the children of my brain by thee engendered in my willing heart how can i thank thee for this gift of art poured out so lavishly and not in vain endlinehere  what thou created never more can die thy fructifying power lives in me and i conceive knowing it is by thee dear other parent of my poetry endlinehere  all unknown by me unguessed by thee not even dreamed a tree has blossomed in a night that seemed of stubborn barren wood endlinehere  for thou hast sown this seed of beauty in a ground of truth endlinehere  humbly i dedicate myself and yet i tremble with a sudden fear to set new music ringing through my fading youth endlinehere  his eyelids burnt and quivered with the strain of looking and against his temples beat the all enshrouding suffocating dark endlinehere  he stumbled lurched and struck against a door that opened and a howl of obscene mirth grated his senses wallowing on the floor lay men and dogs and women in the dirt endlinehere  he sickened loathing it and as he gazed the candle guttered flared and then went out endlinehere  then as he leaned unconscious where the great oak door blew back and cast him bruised and dripping in the church endlinehere  his eyes from long sojourning in the night were blinded now as by some glorious sun he slowly crawled toward the altar steps endlinehere  he could not think for heavy in his ears an organ boomed majestic harmonies he only knew that what he saw was light endlinehere  he bowed himself before a cross of flame and shut his eyes in fear lest it should fade endlinehere  blue through the window burns the twilight heavy through trees blows the warm south wind endlinehere  glistening against the chill gray sky light wet black branches are barred and entwined endlinehere  sodden and spongy the scarce green grass plot dents into pools where a foot has been endlinehere  puddles lie spilt in the road a mass not of water but steel with its cold hard sheen endlinehere  faint fades the fire on the hearth its embers scattering wide at a stronger gust endlinehere  above the old weathercock groans but remembers creaking to turn in its centuried rust endlinehere  dying forlorn in dreary sorrow wrapping the mists round her withering form day sinks down and in darkness to morrow travails to birth in the womb of the storm endlinehere  deeps of unhewn woods alone can cherish thee alone possess thy quiet teeming vigor endlinehere  this our crime not to have worshipped marred by alien moods that sole condition of all loveliness the dreaming lapse of slow unmeasured time endlinehere  dawn fills the room and penetrating bright the silent sunbeams through the window pour endlinehere  and she lies sleeping ignorant of fate enmeshed in listless dreams her soul not yet ripened to bear the purport of this day endlinehere  the morning breeze scarce stirs the coverlet a shadow falls across the sunlight wait endlinehere  a lark is singing as he flies away endlinehere  beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun scorching against the blue flame of the sky endlinehere  brown lily pads lie heavy and supine within a granite basin under one the bronze gold glimmer of a carp and i reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine endlinehere  another year is quick with import endlinehere  such each year has been endlinehere  unmoved thou watchest all and all bequeath some jewel to thy diadem of power thou pledge of greater majesty unseen endlinehere  a little garden on a bleak hillside where deep the heavy dazzling mountain snow lies far into the spring endlinehere  the suns pale glow is scarcely able to melt patches wide about the single rose bush endlinehere  all denied of natures tender ministries endlinehere  but no for wonder working faith has made it blow with flowers many hued and starry eyed endlinehere  a little garden loved with a great love endlinehere  thou yellow trumpeter of laggard spring endlinehere  thou herald of rich summers myriad flowers endlinehere  always bold to stand erect full in the dazzling play of aprils sun for thou hast caught his gold endlinehere  t is you that are the music not your song endlinehere  the song is but a door which opening wide lets forth the pent up melody inside your spirits harmony which clear and strong sings but of you endlinehere  throughout your whole life long your songs your thoughts your doings each divide this perfect beauty waves within a tide or single notes amid a glorious throng endlinehere  the song of earth has many different chords ocean has many moods and many tones yet always ocean endlinehere  in the damp spring woods the painted trillium smiles while crisp pine cones autumn alone can ripen endlinehere  so is this one music with a thousand cadences endlinehere  so still it stands surely our own if we exert our might endlinehere  never canst thou grasp this fleeting gleam its glowing flame would die if it were caught its value is that it doth always seem but just a little farther on endlinehere  distraught but lighted ever onward we are brought upon our way unknowing in a dream endlinehere  brave idolatry which can conceive a hero endlinehere  no deceit no knowledge taught by unrelenting years can quench this fierce untamable desire endlinehere  we know that what we long for once achieved will cease to satisfy endlinehere  be still our fears if what we worship fail us still the fire burns on and it is much to have believed endlinehere  must all of worth be travailled for and those lifes brightest stars rise from a troubled sea endlinehere  must years go by in sad uncertainty leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows are we or fate the victors endlinehere  time which shows all inner meanings will reveal but we shall never know the upshot endlinehere  sudden we lack the flash of insight life grows drear and gray and hour follows hour nerveless slack endlinehere  austere arbiter of each mans fate by whom he learns that natures steadfast laws are as decrees immutable o pause your even forward march endlinehere  not yet too late teach me the needed lesson when to wait inactive as a ship when no wind draws to stretch the loosened cordage endlinehere  what instinct forces man to journey on urged by a longing blind but dominant endlinehere  nothing he sees can hold him nothing daunt his never failing eagerness endlinehere  the sun setting in splendour every night has won his vassalage those towers flamboyant of airy cloudland palaces now haunt his daylight wanderings endlinehere  the wind is singing through the trees to night a deep voiced song of rushing cadences and crashing intervals endlinehere  above the tossing trees shines down a star quietly bright this wild tumultuous joy quickens nor dims its splendour endlinehere  and my mind o star endlinehere  is filled with your white light from far so suffer me this one night to enjoy the freedom of the onward sweeping wind endlinehere  the path runs straight between the flowering rows a moonlit path hemmed in by beds of bloom where phlox and marigolds dispute for room with tall red dahlias and the briar rose endlinehere  t is reckless prodigality which throws into the night these wafts of rich perfume which sweep across the garden like a plume endlinehere  over the trees a single bright star glows endlinehere  how is it that being gone you fill my days and all the long nights are made glad by thee endlinehere  no loneliness is this nor misery but great content that these should be the ways whereby the fancy dreaming as she strays makes bright and present what she would would be endlinehere  and who shall say if the reality is not with dreams so pregnant endlinehere  it may be vain illusion endlinehere  alas how few there are who strike in us a chord we knew existed but so seldom heard its tone we tremble at the half forgotten sound endlinehere  the world is full of rude awakenings and heaven born castles shattered to the ground yet still our human longing vainly clings to a belief in beauty through all wrongs endlinehere  o stay your hand and leave my heart its songs endlinehere  what torture lurks within a single thought when grown too constant and however kind however welcome still the weary mind aches with its presence endlinehere  dull remembrance taught remembers on unceasingly unsought the old delight is with us but to find that all recurring joy is pain refined become a habit and we struggle caught endlinehere  you lie upon my heart as on a nest folded in peace for you can never know how crushed i am with having you at rest heavy upon my life endlinehere  i love you so you bind my freedom from its rightful quest endlinehere  in mercy lift your drooping wings and go endlinehere  i do not care to talk to you although your speech evokes a thousand sympathies and all my beings silent harmonies wake trembling into music endlinehere  when you go it is as if some sudden dreadful blow had severed all the strings with savage ease endlinehere  no do not talk but let us rather seize this intimate gift of silence which we know endlinehere  others may guess your thoughts from what you say as storms are guessed from clouds where darkness broods endlinehere  to me the very essence of the day reveals its inner purpose and its moods as poplars feel the rain and then straightway reverse their leaves and shimmer through the woods endlinehere  now you are come endlinehere  you tremble like a star poised where behind earths rim the sun has set endlinehere  your voice has sung across my heart but numb and mute i have no tones to answer endlinehere  far within i kneel before you speechless yet and life ablaze with beauty i am dumb endlinehere  how empty seems the town now you are gone endlinehere  a wilderness of sad streets where gaunt walls hide nothing to desire sunshine falls eery distorted as it long had shone on white dead faces tombed in halls of stone endlinehere  the whir of motors stricken through with calls of playing boys floats up at intervals but all these noises blur to one long moan endlinehere  what quest is worth pursuing endlinehere  and how strange that other men still go accustomed ways endlinehere  i hate their interest in the things they do endlinehere  a spectre horde repeating without change an old routine endlinehere  alone i know the days are still born and the world stopped lacking you endlinehere  all night i wrestled with a memory which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought endlinehere  the crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought its disillusion now i only cry for peace for power to forget the lie which hope too long has whispered endlinehere  so i sought the sleep which would not come and night was fraught with old emotions weeping silently endlinehere  i heard your voice again and knew the things which you had promised proved an empty vaunt endlinehere  i felt your clinging hands while nights broad wings cherished our love in darkness endlinehere  from the lawn a sudden quivering birdnote like a taunt endlinehere  my arms held nothing but the empty dawn endlinehere  to make a pavement for your feet i stripped my soul for you to walk upon and slipped beneath your steps to soften all your ways endlinehere  but now my letters are like blossoms pale we strew upon a grave with hopeless tears endlinehere  i ask no recompense i shall not fail although you do not heed the long sad years still pass and still i scatter flowers frail and whisper words of love which no one hears endlinehere  throughout the echoing chambers of my brain i hear your words in mournful cadence toll like some slow passing bell which warns the soul of sundering darkness endlinehere  unrelenting fain to batter down resistance fall again stroke after stroke insistent diastole the bitter blows of truth until the whole is hammered into fact made strangely plain endlinehere  where shall i look for comfort endlinehere  our worlds are drawn apart our spirits suns divided and the light of mine burnt dim endlinehere  now in the haunted twilight i must do your will endlinehere  i grasp the cup which over runs and with my trembling lips i touch the rim endlinehere  i cant get out said the starling endlinehere  sternes sentimental journey endlinehere  forever the impenetrable wall of self confines my poor rebellious soul i never see the towering white clouds roll before a sturdy wind save through the small barred window of my jail endlinehere  i live a thrall with all my outer life a clipped square hole rectangular a fraction of a scroll unwound and winding like a worsted ball endlinehere  my thoughts are grown uneager and depressed through being always mine my fancys wings are moulted and the feathers blown away endlinehere  i weary for desires never guessed for alien passions strange imaginings to be some other person for a day endlinehere  white glittering sunlight fills the market square spotted and sprigged with shadows endlinehere  the market glows and flaunts and clatters in its busy care endlinehere  the law of duty urged that he should roam should sail from fog and chilly airs to skies clear with deceitful welcome endlinehere  he had come with proud resolve but still his lonely eyes ached with fatigue at never seeing home endlinehere  smoulderings of sacrificial fires burst their rings and blotted out in smoke his lost domain endlinehere  bereft of courtiers only with his queen from empty palace down to empty quay endlinehere  no challenge screamed from hostile carabine endlinehere  boyish sympathetic man endlinehere  crumbled before thy majesty we bow endlinehere  the little gallery winds round about the middle of a most secluded room midway between the ceiling and the floor endlinehere  for books are more than books they are the life the very heart and core of ages past the reason why men lived and worked and died the essence and quintessence of their lives endlinehere  silently waiting that from time to time it may be given them to illuminate dull daily facts with pristine radiance for some long waited for affinity who lingers yet in the deep womb of time endlinehere  the shifting sun pierces the young green leaves of elm trees newly coming into bud and splashes on the floor and on the books through old high rounded windows dim with age endlinehere  the noisy city sounds of modern life float softened to us across the old graveyard endlinehere  the room is filled with a warm mellow light no garish colours jar on our content the books upon the shelves are old and worn endlinehere  t was no belated effort nor attempt to keep abreast with old as well as new that placed them here tricked in a modern guise easily got and held in light esteem endlinehere  a nothing truly yet a link that binds all ages to their own inheritance and stretching backward dim and dimmer still is lost in a remote antiquity endlinehere  grapes do not come of thorns nor figs of thistles and even a great poets divinest thought is coloured by the world he knows and sees endlinehere  nay the little things of daily life it is which mold and shape and make him apt for noble deeds and true endlinehere  the long still fruitful hours slip away shedding their influences as they pass we know ourselves the richer to have sat upon this dusty floor and dreamed our dreams endlinehere  no other place to us were quite the same no other dreams so potent in their charm for this is ours endlinehere  the building simply bodies forth a thought peculiarly inherent to the race endlinehere  and we descendants of that elder time have learnt to love the very form in which the thought has been embodied to our years endlinehere  it takes some time for moss and vines to grow and warmly cover gaunt and chill stone walls of stately buildings from the cold north wind endlinehere  the lichen of affection takes as long or longer ere it lovingly enfolds a place which since without it were bereft all stript and bare shorn of its chiefest grace endlinehere  sea shell sea shell sing me a song o please endlinehere  sea shell sea shell sing of the things you know so well endlinehere  near where i live there is a lake as blue as blue can be winds make it dance as they go blowing by endlinehere  i think it curtseys to the sky endlinehere  its just a lake of lovely flowers and my mamma says they are ours but they are not like those we grow to be our very own you know endlinehere  we have a splendid garden there are lots of flowers everywhere roses and pinks and four oclocks and hollyhocks and evening stocks endlinehere  mamma lets us pick them but never must we pick any gentians ever endlinehere  for if we carried them away theyd die of homesickness that day endlinehere  my grandpapa lives in a wonderful house with a great many windows and doors there are stairs that go up and stairs that go down and such beautiful slippery floors endlinehere  but of all of the rooms even mothers and mine and the bookroom and parlour and all i like the green dining room so much the best because of its ceiling and wall endlinehere  right over your head is a funny round hole with apples and pears falling through theres a big bunch of grapes all purply and sweet and melons and pineapples too endlinehere  they tumble and tumble but never come down though ive stood underneath a long while with my mouth open wide for i always have hoped just a cherry would drop from the pile endlinehere  no matter how early i run there to look it has always begun to fall through and one night when at bedtime i crept in to see it was falling by candle light too endlinehere  i am sure they are magical fruits and each one makes you hear things or see things or go forever invisible but its no use and of course i shall just never know endlinehere  for the ladders too heavy to lift and the chairs are not nearly so tall as i need endlinehere  ive given up hope and i feel i shall die without having accomplished the deed endlinehere  its a little bit sad when you seem very near to adventures and things of that sort which nearly begin and then dont and you know it is only because you are short endlinehere  slipping softly through the sky little horned happy moon can you hear me up so high endlinehere  will you come down soon endlinehere  on my nursery window sill will you stay your steady flight endlinehere  and then float away with me through the summer night endlinehere  brushing over tops of trees playing hide and seek with stars peeping up through shiny clouds at jupiter or mars endlinehere  i shall fill my lap with roses gathered in the milky way all to carry home to mother endlinehere  what will she say endlinehere  little rocking sailing moon do you hear me shout ahoy endlinehere  just a little nearer moon to please a little boy endlinehere  high up in the apple tree climbing i go with the sky above me the earth below endlinehere  each branch is the step of a wonderful stair which leads to the town i see shining up there endlinehere  climbing climbing higher and higher the branches blow and i see a spire the gleam of a turret the glint of a dome all sparkling and bright like white sea foam endlinehere  on and on from bough to bough the leaves are thick but i push my way through before i have always had to stop but to day i am sure i shall reach the top endlinehere  today to the end of the marvelous stair where those glittering pinacles flash in the air endlinehere  climbing climbing higher i go with the sky close above me the earth far below endlinehere  naughty little speckled trout cant i coax you to come out endlinehere  is it such great fun to play in the water every day endlinehere  do you pull the naiads hair hiding in the lilies there endlinehere  do you hunt for fishes eggs or watch tadpoles grow their legs endlinehere  do the little trouts have school in some deep sun glinted pool and in recess play at tag round that bed of purple flag endlinehere  i have tried so hard to catch you hours and hours ive sat to watch you but you never will come out naughty little speckled trout endlinehere  he shouts in the sails of the ships at sea he steals the down from the honeybee he makes the forest trees rustle and sing he twirls my kite till it breaks its string endlinehere  laughing dancing sunny wind whistling howling rainy wind north south east and west each is the wind i like the best endlinehere  he calls up the fog and hides the hills he whirls the wings of the great windmills the weathercocks love him and turn to discover his whereabouts but hes gone the rover endlinehere  the pine trees toss him their cones with glee the flowers bend low in courtesy each wave flings up a shower of pearls the flag in front of the school unfurls endlinehere  by day you cannot see the sky for it is up so very high endlinehere  you look and look but its so blue that you can never see right through endlinehere  but when night comes it is quite plain and all the stars are there again endlinehere  they seem just like old friends to me ive known them all my life you see endlinehere  there is the dipper first and there is cassiopeia in her chair orions belt the milky way and lots i know but cannot say endlinehere  one group looks like a swarm of bees papa says theyre the pleiades but i think they must be the toy of some nice little angel boy endlinehere  perhaps his jackstones which to day he has forgot to put away and left them lying on the sky where he will find them bye and bye endlinehere  i wish hed come and play with me endlinehere  wed have such fun for it would be a most unusual thing for boys to feel that they had stars for toys endlinehere  we grasp our battle spears we don our breast plates of hide endlinehere  the axles of our chariots touch our short swords meet endlinehere  standards obscure the sun the foe roll up like clouds endlinehere  arrows fall thick the warriors press forward endlinehere  they menace our ranks they break our line endlinehere  the left hand trace horse is dead the one on the right is smitten endlinehere  the fallen horses block our wheels they impede the yoke horses endlinehere  they grasp their jade drum sticks they beat the sounding drums endlinehere  heaven decrees their fall the dread powers are angry endlinehere  the warriors are all dead they lie on the moor field endlinehere  they issued but shall not enter they went but shall not return endlinehere  the plains are flat and wide the way home is long endlinehere  their swords lie beside them their black bows in their hand endlinehere  though their limbs were torn their hearts could not be repressed endlinehere  they were more than brave they were inspired with the spirit of wu endlinehere  steadfast to the end they could not be daunted endlinehere  their bodies were stricken but their souls have taken immortality captains among the ghosts heroes among the dead endlinehere  to be an orphan to be fated to be an orphan endlinehere  how bitter is this lot endlinehere  when my father and mother were alive i used to ride in a carriage with four fine horses endlinehere  but when they both died my brother and sister in law sent me out to be a merchant endlinehere  in the south i travelled to the nine rivers and in the east as far as chi and lu endlinehere  my brother told me to get ready the dinner endlinehere  my sister in law told me to see after the horses endlinehere  i was always going up into the hall and running down again to the parlour endlinehere  my tears fell like rain endlinehere  in the morning they sent me to draw water i didnt get back till night fall endlinehere  my hands were all sore and i had no shoes endlinehere  i walked the cold earth treading on thorns and brambles endlinehere  as i stopped to pull out the thorns how bitter my heart was endlinehere  my tears fell and fell and i went on sobbing and sobbing endlinehere  in winter i have no great coat nor in summer thin clothes endlinehere  it is no pleasure to be alive endlinehere  i had rather quickly leave the earth and go beneath the yellow springs endlinehere  the april winds blow and the grass is growing green endlinehere  in the third month silkworms and mulberries in the sixth month the melon harvest endlinehere  i went out with the melon cart and just as i was coming home the melon cart turned over endlinehere  the people who came to help me were few but the people who ate the melons were many all they left me was the stalks to take home as fast as i could endlinehere  my brother and sister in law were harsh they asked me all sorts of awful questions endlinehere  why does everyone in the village hate me endlinehere  i want to write a letter and send it to my mother and father under the earth and tell them i cant go on any longer living with my brother and sister in law endlinehere  she had been ill for years and years she sent for me to say something endlinehere  she couldnt say what she wanted because of the tears that kept coming of themselves endlinehere  i have burdened you with orphan children with orphan children two or three endlinehere  dont let our children go hungry or cold if they do wrong dont slap or beat them endlinehere  when you take out the baby rock it in your arms endlinehere  last she said when i carried them in my arms they had no clothes and now their jackets have no linings endlinehere  _ i shut the doors and barred the windows and left the motherless children endlinehere  when i got to the market and met my friends i wept endlinehere  i sat down and could not go with them endlinehere  i asked them to buy some cakes for my children endlinehere  in the presence of my friends i sobbed and cried endlinehere  i tried not to grieve but sorrow would not cease endlinehere  i felt in my pocket and gave my friends some money endlinehere  when i got home i found my children calling to be taken into their mothers arms endlinehere  i walked up and down in the empty room this way and that a long while endlinehere  then i went away from it and said to myself i will forget and never speak of her again endlinehere  in the eastern quarter dawn breaks the stars flicker pale endlinehere  the morning cock at ju nan mounts the wall and crows endlinehere  the songs are over the clock run down but still the feast is set endlinehere  the moon grows dim and the stars are few morning has come to the world endlinehere  at a thousand gates and ten thousand doors the fish shaped keys turn round the palace and up by the castle the crows and magpies are flying endlinehere  we go to the golden palace we set out the jade cups endlinehere  we summon the honoured guests to enter at the golden gate endlinehere  they enter at the golden gate and go to the golden hall endlinehere  in the eastern kitchen the meat is sliced and ready roast beef and boiled pork and mutton endlinehere  the master of the feast hands round the wine endlinehere  the harp players sound their clear chords endlinehere  the cups are pushed aside and we face each other at chess the rival pawns are marshalled rank against rank endlinehere  the fire glows and the smoke puffs and curls from the incense burner rises a delicate fragrance endlinehere  the clear wine has made our cheeks red round the table joy and peace prevail endlinehere  may those who shared in this days delight through countless autumns enjoy like felicity endlinehere  at fifteen i went with the army at fourscore i came home endlinehere  on the way i met a man from the village i asked him who there was at home endlinehere  that over there is your house all covered over with trees and bushes endlinehere  rabbits had run in at the dog hole pheasants flew down from the beams of the roof endlinehere  in the courtyard was growing some wild grain and by the well some wild mallows endlinehere  ill boil the grain and make porridge ill pluck the mallows and make soup endlinehere  soup and porridge are both cooked but there is no one to eat them with endlinehere  i went out and looked towards the east while tears fell and wetted my clothes endlinehere  in a narrow road where there was not room to pass my carriage met the carriage of a young man endlinehere  and while his axle was touching my axle in the narrow road i asked him where he lived endlinehere  the place where i live is easy enough to find easy to find and difficult to forget endlinehere  in the midst of the courtyard grows a cassia tree and candles on its branches flaring away in the night endlinehere  they fought south of the castle they died north of the wall endlinehere  they died in the moors and were not buried endlinehere  their flesh was the food of crows endlinehere  tell the crows we are not afraid we have died in the moors and cannot be buried endlinehere  crows how can our bodies escape you endlinehere  the waters flowed deep and the rushes in the pool were dark endlinehere  the riders fought and were slain their horses wander neighing endlinehere  by the bridge there was a house endlinehere  was it south was it north endlinehere  the harvest was never gathered endlinehere  how can we give you your offerings endlinehere  you served your prince faithfully though all in vain endlinehere  i think of you faithful soldiers your service shall not be forgotten endlinehere  for in the morning you went out to battle and at night you did not return endlinehere  i went out at the eastern gate i never thought to return endlinehere  but i came back to the gate with my heart full of sorrow endlinehere  there was not a peck of rice in the bin there was not a coat hanging on the pegs endlinehere  so i took my sword and went towards the gate endlinehere  my wife and child clutched at my coat and wept some people want to be rich and grand i only want to share my porridge with you endlinehere  above we have the blue waves of the sky below the yellow face of this little child endlinehere  dear wife i cannot stay endlinehere  soon it will be too late endlinehere  when one is growing old one cannot put things off endlinehere  she went up the mountain to pluck wild herbs she came down the mountain and met her former husband endlinehere  she knelt down and asked her former husband what do you find your new wife like endlinehere  my new wife although her talk is clever cannot charm me as my old wife could endlinehere  in beauty of face there is not much to choose endlinehere  but in usefulness they are not at all alike endlinehere  my new wife comes in from the road to meet me my old wife always came down from her tower endlinehere  my new wife is clever at embroidering silk my old wife was good at plain sewing endlinehere  of silk embroidery one can do an inch a day of plain sewing more than five feet endlinehere  putting her silks by the side of your sewing i see that the new will not compare with the old endlinehere  my love is living to the south of the great sea endlinehere  what shall i send to greet him endlinehere  two pearls and a comb of tortoise shell ill send them to him packed in a box of jade endlinehere  they tell me he is not true they tell me he dashed my box to the ground dashed it to the ground and burnt it and scattered its ashes to the wind endlinehere  from this day to the ends of time i must never think of him never again think of him endlinehere  the cocks are crowing and the dogs are barking my brother and his wife will soon know endlinehere  the autumn wind is blowing the morning wind is sighing endlinehere  in a moment the sun will rise in the east and then _it_ too will know endlinehere  i am a prisoner in the hands of the enemy enduring the shame of captivity endlinehere  my bones stick out and my strength is gone through not getting enough to eat endlinehere  my brother is a mandarin and his horses are fed on maize endlinehere  why cant he spare a little money to send and ransom me endlinehere  if you were riding in a coach and i were wearing a li and one day we met in the road you would get down and bow endlinehere  if you were carrying a tng and i were riding on a horse and one day we met in the road i would get down for you endlinehere  i want to be your friend for ever and ever without break or decay endlinehere  how swiftly it dries the dew on the garlic leaf the dew that dries so fast to morrow will fall again endlinehere  but he whom we carry to the grave will never more return endlinehere  what mans land is the graveyard endlinehere  it is the crowded home of ghosts wise and foolish shoulder to shoulder endlinehere  the king of the dead claims them all mans fate knows no tarrying endlinehere  on and on always on and on away from you parted by a life parting endlinehere  going from one another ten thousand li each in a different corner of the world endlinehere  the way between is difficult and long face to face how shall we meet again endlinehere  since we parted the time is already long daily my clothes hang looser round my waist endlinehere  floating clouds obscure the white sun the wandering one has quite forgotten home endlinehere  thinking of you has made me suddenly old the months and years swiftly draw to their close endlinehere  ill put you out of my mind and forget for ever and try with all my might to eat and thrive endlinehere  green green the grass by the river bank endlinehere  thick thick the willow trees in the garden endlinehere  sad sad the lady in the tower endlinehere  white white sitting at the casement window endlinehere  fair fair her red powdered face endlinehere  small small she puts out her pale hand endlinehere  once she was a dancing house girl endlinehere  now she is a wandering mans wife endlinehere  the wandering man went but did not return endlinehere  it is hard alone to keep an empty bed endlinehere  green green the cypress on the mound endlinehere  firm firm the boulder in the stream endlinehere  mans life lived within this world is like the sojourning of a hurried traveller endlinehere  a cup of wine together will make us glad and a little friendship is no little matter endlinehere  yoking my chariot i urge my stubborn horses endlinehere  i wander about in the streets of wan and lo endlinehere  in lo town how fine everything is endlinehere  the caps and belts go seeking each other out endlinehere  the great boulevards are intersected by lanes wherein are the town houses of royal dukes endlinehere  the two palaces stare at each other from afar the twin gates rise a hundred feet endlinehere  by prolonging the feast let us keep our hearts gay and leave no room for sadness to creep in endlinehere  of this days glorious feast and revel the pleasure and delight are difficult to describe endlinehere  plucking the lute they sent forth lingering sounds the new melodies in beauty reached the divine endlinehere  skilful singers intoned the high words those who knew the tune heard the trueness of their singing endlinehere  we sat there each with the same desire and like thoughts by each unexpressed man in the world lodging for a single life time passes suddenly like dust borne on the wind endlinehere  then let us hurry out with high steps and be the first to reach the highways and fords rather than stay at home wretched and poor for long years plunged in sordid grief endlinehere  in the north west there is a high house its top level with the floating clouds endlinehere  embroidered curtains thinly screen its windows its storied tower is built on three steps endlinehere  from above there comes a noise of playing and singing the tune sounding oh endlinehere  who can it be playing so sad a tune endlinehere  surely it must be chi liangs wife endlinehere  the tranquil d follows the winds rising the middle lay lingers indecisive endlinehere  to each note two or three sobs her high will conquered by overwhelming grief endlinehere  she does not regret that she is left so sad but minds that so few can understand her song endlinehere  she wants to become those two wild geese that with beating wings rise high aloft endlinehere  crossing the river i pluck hibiscus flowers in the orchid swamps are many fragrant herbs endlinehere  i gather them but who shall i send them to endlinehere  my love is living in lands far away endlinehere  i turn and look towards my own country the long road stretches on for ever endlinehere  the same heart yet a different dwelling always fretting till we are grown old endlinehere  a bright moon illumines the night prospect the house cricket chirrups on the eastern wall endlinehere  the handle of the pole star points to the beginning of winter endlinehere  the host of stars is scattered over the sky endlinehere  the white dew wets the moor grasses with sudden swiftness the times and seasons change endlinehere  the autumn cicada sings among the trees the swallows alas whither are they gone endlinehere  once i had a same house friend he took flight and rose high away endlinehere  he did not remember how once we went hand in hand but left me like footsteps behind one in the dust endlinehere  in the south is the winnowing fan and the pole star in the north and a herd boy whose ox has never borne the yoke endlinehere  a friend who is not firm as a great rock is of no profit and idly bears the name endlinehere  in the courtyard there grows a strange tree its green leaves ooze with a fragrant moisture endlinehere  holding the branch i cut a flower from the tree meaning to send it away to the person i love endlinehere  its sweet smell fills my sleeves and lap endlinehere  the road is long how shall i get it there endlinehere  such a thing is not fine enough to send but it may remind him of the time that has past since he left endlinehere  far away twinkles the herd boy star brightly shines the lady of the han river endlinehere  slender slender she plies her white fingers endlinehere  click click go the wheels of her spinning loom endlinehere  at the end of the day she has not finished her task her bitter tears fall like streaming rain endlinehere  the han river runs shallow and clear set between them how short a space endlinehere  but the river water will not let them pass gazing at each other but never able to speak endlinehere  turning my chariot i yoke my horses and go endlinehere  on and on down the long roads the autumn winds shake the hundred grasses endlinehere  on every side how desolate and bare endlinehere  the things i meet are all new things their strangeness hastens the coming of old age endlinehere  prosperity and decay each have their season endlinehere  success is bitter when it is slow in coming endlinehere  mans life is not metal or stone he cannot far prolong the days of his fate endlinehere  suddenly he follows in the way of things that change endlinehere  fame is the only treasure that endures endlinehere  the eastern castle stands tall and high far and wide stretch the towers that guard it endlinehere  the whirling wind uprises and shakes the earth the autumn grasses grow thick and green endlinehere  the four seasons alternate without pause the years end hurries swiftly on endlinehere  the bird of the morning wind is stricken with sorrow the frail cicada suffers and is hard pressed endlinehere  free and clear let us loosen the bonds of our hearts endlinehere  why should we go on always restraining and binding endlinehere  in yen and chao are many fair ladies beautiful people with faces like jade endlinehere  their clothes are made all of silk gauze endlinehere  they stand at the door practising tranquil lays endlinehere  the echo of their singing how sad it sounds endlinehere  by the pitch of the song one knows the stops have been tightened endlinehere  to ease their minds they arrange their shawls and belts lowering their song a little while they pause endlinehere  i should like to be those two flying swallows who are carrying clay to nest in the eaves of your house endlinehere  i drive my chariot up to the eastern gate from afar i see the graveyard north of the wall endlinehere  the white aspens how they murmur murmur pines and cypresses flank the broad paths endlinehere  beneath lie men who died long ago black black is the long night that holds them endlinehere  deep down beneath the yellow springs thousands of years they lie without waking endlinehere  in infinite succession light and darkness shift and years vanish like the morning dew endlinehere  mans life is like a sojourning his longevity lacks the firmness of stone and metal endlinehere  for ever it has been that mourners in their turn were mourned saint and sage all alike are trapped endlinehere  seeking by food to obtain immortality many have been the dupe of strange drugs endlinehere  better far to drink good wine and clothe our bodies in robes of satin and silk endlinehere  the dead are gone and with them we cannot converse endlinehere  the living are here and ought to have our love endlinehere  leaving the city gate i look ahead and see before me only mounds and tombs endlinehere  the old graves are ploughed up into fields the pines and cypresses are hewn for timber endlinehere  in the white aspens sad winds sing their long murmuring kills my heart with grief endlinehere  i want to go home to ride to my village gate endlinehere  i want to go back but theres no road back endlinehere  the years of a lifetime do not reach a hundred endlinehere  yet they contain a thousand years sorrow endlinehere  when days are short and the dull nights long why not take a lamp and wander forth endlinehere  if you want to be happy you must do it now there is no waiting till an after time endlinehere  the fool whos loath to spend the wealth hes got becomes the laughing stock of after ages endlinehere  it is true that master wang became immortal but how can _we_ hope to share his lot endlinehere  cold cold the year draws to its end the crickets and grasshoppers make a doleful chirping endlinehere  the chill wind increases its violence endlinehere  my wandering love has no coat to cover him endlinehere  he gave his embroidered furs to the lady of lo but from me his bedfellow he is quite estranged endlinehere  sleeping alone in the depth of the long night in a dream i thought i saw the light of his face endlinehere  my dear one thought of our old joys together he came in his chariot and gave me the front reins endlinehere  i wanted so to prolong our play and laughter to hold his hand and go back with him in his coach endlinehere  but when he had come he would not stay long nor stop to go with me to the inner chamber endlinehere  truly without the falcons wings to carry me how can i rival the flying winds swiftness endlinehere  i go and lean at the gate and think of my grief my falling tears wet the double gates endlinehere  at the beginning of winter a cold spirit comes the north wind blows chill chill endlinehere  my sorrows being many i know the length of the nights raising my head i look at the stars in their places endlinehere  on the fifteenth day the bright moon is full on the twentieth day the toad and hare wane endlinehere  i put the letter away in the folds of my dress for three years the writing did not fade endlinehere  how with an undivided heart i loved you i fear that you will never know or guess endlinehere  the bright moon oh how white it shines shines down on the gauze curtains of my bed endlinehere  racked by sorrow i toss and cannot sleep endlinehere  picking up my clothes i wander up and down endlinehere  my absent love says that he is happy but i would rather he said he was coming back endlinehere  out in the courtyard i stand hesitating alone endlinehere  to whom can i tell the sad thoughts i think endlinehere  staring before me i enter my room again falling tears wet my mantle and robe endlinehere  autumn wind rises white clouds fly endlinehere  grass and trees wither geese go south endlinehere  orchids all in bloom chrysanthemums smell sweet endlinehere  i think of my lovely lady i never can forget endlinehere  across the mid stream white waves rise flute and drum keep time to sound of the rowers song amidst revel and feasting sad thoughts come youths years how few endlinehere  the sound of her silk skirt has stopped endlinehere  on the marble pavement dust grows endlinehere  her empty room is cold and still endlinehere  fallen leaves are piled against the doors endlinehere  longing for that lovely lady how can i bring my aching heart to rest endlinehere  is it or isnt it endlinehere  i stand and look endlinehere  the swish swish of a silk skirt endlinehere  how slow she comes endlinehere  our love was pure as the snow on the mountains white as a moon between the clouds theyre telling me your thoughts are double thats why ive come to break it off endlinehere  to day well drink a cup of wine endlinehere  to morrow well part beside the canal walking about beside the canal where its branches divide east and west endlinehere  alas and alas and again alas endlinehere  so must a girl cry when shes married if she find not a man of single heart who will not leave her till her hair is white endlinehere  since our hair was plaited and we became man and wife the love between us was never broken by doubt endlinehere  so let us be merry this night together feasting and playing while the good time lasts endlinehere  i suddenly remember the distance that i must travel i spring from bed and look out to see the time endlinehere  the stars and planets are all grown dim in the sky long long is the road i cannot stay endlinehere  i am going on service away to the battle ground and i do not know when i shall come back endlinehere  i hold your hand with only a deep sigh afterwards tears in the days when we are parted endlinehere  with all your might enjoy the spring flowers but do not forget the time of our love and pride endlinehere  know that if i live i will come back again and if i die we will go on thinking of each other endlinehere  the good time will never come back again in a moment our parting will be over endlinehere  anxiously we halt at the road side hesitating we embrace where the fields begin endlinehere  the clouds above are floating across the sky swiftly swiftly passing or blending together endlinehere  the waves in the wind lose their fixed place and are rolled away each to a corner of heaven endlinehere  from now onwards long must be our parting endlinehere  so let us stop again for a little while endlinehere  i wish i could ride on the wings of the morning wind and go with you right to your journeys end endlinehere  i came ten thousand leagues across sandy deserts in the service of my prince to break the hun tribes endlinehere  my way was blocked and barred my arrows and sword broken endlinehere  my armies had faded away my reputation had gone endlinehere  my old mother is long dead endlinehere  although i want to requite my prince how can i return endlinehere  my people have married me in a far corner of earth sent me away to a strange land to the king of the wu sun endlinehere  a tent is my house of felt are my walls raw flesh my food with mares milk to drink endlinehere  always thinking of my own country my heart sad within endlinehere  would i were a yellow stork and could fly to my old home endlinehere  solemn solemn the coachman gets ready to go chiang chiang the harness bells ring endlinehere  at break of dawn i must start on my long journey at cock crow i must gird on my belt endlinehere  i turn back and look at the empty room for a moment i almost think i see you there endlinehere  one parting but ten thousand regrets as i take my seat my heart is unquiet endlinehere  what shall i do to tell you all my thoughts endlinehere  how can i let you know of all my love endlinehere  precious hairpins make the head to shine and bright mirrors can reflect beauty endlinehere  fragrant herbs banish evil smells and the scholars harp has a clear note endlinehere  the man in the book of odes who was given a quince wanted to pay it back with diamonds and rubies endlinehere  when i think of all the things you have done for me how ashamed i am to have done so little for you endlinehere  although i know that it is a poor return all i can give you is this description of my feelings endlinehere  my poor body is alas unworthy i was ill when first you brought me home endlinehere  limp and weary in the house time passed and i got no better endlinehere  we could hardly ever see each other i could not serve you as i ought endlinehere  then you received the imperial mandate you were ordered to go far away to the city endlinehere  long long must be our parting i was not destined to tell you my thoughts endlinehere  i stood on tiptoe gazing into the distance interminably gazing at the road that had taken you endlinehere  with thoughts of you my mind is obsessed in my dreams i see the light of your face endlinehere  now you are started on your long journey each day brings you further from me endlinehere  oh that i had a birds wings and high flying could follow you endlinehere  long i sob and long i cry the tears fall down and wet my skirt endlinehere  on the eastern way at the city of lo yang at the edge of the road peach trees and plum trees grow on the two sides flower matched by flower across the road leaf touching leaf endlinehere  a spring wind rises from the north east flowers and leaves gently nod and sway endlinehere  up the road somebodys daughter comes carrying a basket to gather silkworms food endlinehere  _she sees the fruit trees in blossom and forgetting about her silkworms begins to pluck the branches endlinehere  _ with her slender hand she breaks a branch from the tree the flowers fall tossed and scattered in the wind endlinehere  lovely lady i never did you harm why should you hate me and do me injury endlinehere  though in the autumn your leaves patter to the ground when spring comes your gay bloom returns endlinehere  but in mens lives when their bright youth is spent joy and love never come back again endlinehere  when i was young throughout the hot season there were no carriages driving about the roads endlinehere  people shut their doors and lay down in the cool or if they went out it was not to pay calls endlinehere  nowadays ill bred ignorant fellows when they feel the heat make for a friends house endlinehere  the unfortunate host when he hears someone coming scowls and frowns but can think of no escape endlinehere  theres nothing for it but to rise and go to the door and in his comfortable seat he groans and sighs endlinehere  the conversation does not end quickly prattling and babbling what a lot he says endlinehere  only when one is almost dead with fatigue he asks at last if one isnt finding him tiring endlinehere  ones arm is almost in half with continual fanning the sweat is pouring down ones neck in streams endlinehere  do not say that this is a small matter i consider the practice a blot on our social life endlinehere  i therefore caution all wise men that august visitors should not be admitted endlinehere  i look up and see his curtains and bed i look down and examine his table and mat endlinehere  the things are there just as before endlinehere  but the man they belonged to is not there endlinehere  his spirit suddenly has taken flight and left me behind far away endlinehere  to whom shall i look on whom rely endlinehere  my tears flow in an endless stream endlinehere  yu yu cry the wandering deer as they carry fodder to their young in the wood endlinehere  flap flap fly the birds as they carry their little ones back to the nest endlinehere  i alone am desolate dreading the days of our long parting my grieving hearts settled pain no one else can understand endlinehere  there is a saying among people sorrow makes us grow old endlinehere  alas alas for my white hairs endlinehere  all too early they have come endlinehere  long wailing long sighing my thoughts are fixed on my sage parent endlinehere  they say the good live long then why was he not spared endlinehere  my charioteer hastens to yoke my carriage for i must go on a journey far away endlinehere  where are you going on your journey far away endlinehere  to the land of wu where my enemies are endlinehere  but i must ride many thousand miles beyond the eastern road that leads to wu endlinehere  i want to take a skiff and cross these rivers but alas for me where shall i find a boat endlinehere  to sit idle is not my desire gladly enough would i go to my countrys aid endlinehere  in the north west there is a floating cloud stretched on high like a chariots canvas awning endlinehere  alas that i was born in these times to be blown along like a cloud puffed by the wind endlinehere  it has blown me away far to the south east on and on till i came to wu hui endlinehere  wu hui is not my country why should i go on staying and staying here endlinehere  i will give it up and never speak of it again this being abroad and always living in dread endlinehere  i climb to the ridge of pei mang mountain and look down on the city of lo yang endlinehere  in lo yang how still it is endlinehere  palaces and houses all burnt to ashes endlinehere  walls and fences all broken and gaping thorns and brambles shooting up to the sky endlinehere  i do not see the old old men i only see the new young men endlinehere  i turn aside for the straight road is lost the fields are overgrown and will never be ploughed again endlinehere  i have been away such a long time that i do not know which street is which endlinehere  how sad and ugly the empty moors are endlinehere  a thousand miles without the smoke of a chimney endlinehere  i think of the house i lived in all those years i am heart tied and cannot speak endlinehere  wondrous was the wall stone weirdly broken burgh steads bursten giants work tumbleth roofs are wrenched towers totter bereft of rune gates endlinehere  smoke is on the plaster scarred the shower burghs shorn and shattered by eld under eaten endlinehere  earths grip haveth wealders and workmen endlinehere  our wandering eyes are sated with the dancers skill endlinehere  our ears are weary with the sound of kung and shang endlinehere  our host is silent and sits doing nothing all the guests go on to places of amusement endlinehere  on long benches the sportsmen sit ranged round a cleared room watching the fighting cocks endlinehere  the gallant birds are all in battle trim they raise their tails and flap defiantly endlinehere  their beating wings stir the calm air their angry eyes gleam with a red light endlinehere  where their beaks have struck the fine feathers are scattered with their strong talons they wound again and again endlinehere  their long cries enter the blue clouds their flapping wings tirelessly beat and throb endlinehere  pray god the lamp oil lasts a little longer then i shall not leave without winning the match endlinehere  in the nine provinces there is not room enough i want to soar high among the clouds and far beyond the eight limits of the compass cast my gaze across the unmeasured void endlinehere  the doors of heaven swing open the double gates shine with a red light endlinehere  the lord god lies at his western lattice and the lesser spirits are together in the eastern gallery endlinehere  they wash me in a bath of rainbow spray and gird me with a belt of jasper and rubies endlinehere  i wander at my ease gathering divine herbs i bend down and touch the scented flowers endlinehere  wang tz gives me drugs of long life and hsien mn hands me strange potions endlinehere  by the partaking of food i evade the rites of death my span is extended to the enjoyment of life everlasting endlinehere  flap flap you curtain in front of our bed endlinehere  i hung you there to screen us from the light of day endlinehere  i brought you with me when i left my fathers house now i am taking you back with me again endlinehere  i will fold you up and lay you flat in your box endlinehere  curtain shall i ever take you out again endlinehere  when i was young i learnt fencing and was better at it than crooked castle endlinehere  my spirit was high as the rolling clouds and my fame resounded beyond the world endlinehere  i took my sword to the desert sands i drank my horse at the nine moors endlinehere  my flags and banners flapped in the wind and nothing was heard but the song of my drums endlinehere  war and its travels have made me sad and a fierce anger burns within me its thinking of how ive wasted my time that makes this fury tear my heart endlinehere  i will cast out wisdom and reject learning endlinehere  my thoughts shall wander in the great void _bis_ endlinehere  always repenting of wrongs done will never bring my heart to rest endlinehere  i cast my hook in a single stream but my joy is as though i possessed a kingdom endlinehere  i loose my hair and go singing to the four frontiers men join in my refrain endlinehere  this is the purport of my song my thoughts shall wander in the great void endlinehere  a gentle wind fans the calm night a bright moon shines on the high tower endlinehere  a voice whispers but no one answers when i call a shadow stirs but no one comes when i beckon endlinehere  the kitchen man brings in a dish of lentils wine is there but i do not fill my cup endlinehere  contentment with poverty is fortunes best gift riches and honour are the handmaids of disaster endlinehere  though gold and gems by the world are sought and prized to me they seem no more than weeds or chaff endlinehere  how sad it is to be a woman endlinehere  nothing on earth is held so cheap endlinehere  boys stand leaning at the door like gods fallen out of heaven endlinehere  their hearts brave the four oceans the wind and dust of a thousand miles endlinehere  no one is glad when a girl is born by _her_ the family sets no store endlinehere  when she grows up she hides in her room afraid to look a man in the face endlinehere  no one cries when she leaves her home sudden as clouds when the rain stops endlinehere  she bows her head and composes her face her teeth are pressed on her red lips she bows and kneels countless times endlinehere  she must humble herself even to the servants endlinehere  _his_ love is distant as the stars in heaven yet the sunflower bends toward the sun endlinehere  their hearts more sundered than water and fire a hundred evils are heaped upon her endlinehere  her face will follow the years changes her lord will find new pleasures endlinehere  they that were once like substance and shadow are now as far as hu from chin endlinehere  yet hu and chin shall sooner meet than they whose parting is like tsan and chn endlinehere  when i was young i played with a soft brush and was passionately devoted to reading all sorts of books endlinehere  but then the arrows began singing at the frontier endlinehere  and a winged summons came flying to the city endlinehere  although arms were not my profession i had once read jang chs war book endlinehere  i shouted aloud and my cries rent the air i felt as though tung wu were already annihilated endlinehere  the scholars knife cuts best at its first use and my dreams hurried on to the completion of my plan endlinehere  i wanted at a stroke to clear the yang tze and hsiang and at a glance to quell the tibetans and hu endlinehere  when my task was done i should not accept a barony but refusing with a bow retire to a cottage in the country endlinehere  flap flap the captive bird in the cage beating its wings against the four corners endlinehere  depressed depressed the scholar in the narrow street clasping a shadow he dwells in an empty house endlinehere  when he goes out there is nowhere for him to go bunches and brambles block up his path endlinehere  he composes a memorial but it is rejected and unread he is left stranded like a fish in a dry pond endlinehere  without he has not a single farthing of salary within there is not a peck of grain in his larder endlinehere  his relations upbraid him for his lack of success his friends and callers daily decrease in number endlinehere  i once hoped to pluck the fruits of life but now alas they are all withered and dry endlinehere  though one drinks at a river one cannot drink more than a bellyful enough is good but there is no use in satiety endlinehere  the bird in a forest can perch but on one bough and this should be the wise mans pattern endlinehere  at pei mang how they rise to heaven those high mounds four or five in the fields endlinehere  what men lie buried under these tombs endlinehere  all of them were lords of the han world endlinehere  when the dynasty was falling tumult and disorder arose thieves and robbers roamed like wild beasts endlinehere  of earth they have carried away more than one handful they have gone into vaults and opened the secret doors endlinehere  over everything the tangled thorns are growing a herd boy pushes through them up the path endlinehere  down in the thorns rabbits have made their burrows the weeds and thistles will never be cleared away endlinehere  over the tombs the ploughshare will be driven and peasants will have their fields and orchards there endlinehere  they that were once lords of a thousand hosts are now become the dust of the hills and ridges endlinehere  when i was alive i wandered in the streets of the capital now that i am dead i am left to lie in the fields endlinehere  in the morning i drove out from the high hall in the evening i lodged beneath the yellow springs endlinehere  when the white sun had sunk in the western chasm i hung up my chariot and rested my four horses endlinehere  now even the mighty maker of all could not bring the life back to my limbs endlinehere  shape and substance day by day will vanish hair and teeth will gradually fall away endlinehere  forever from of old men have been so and none born can escape this thing endlinehere  living in retirement beyond the world silently enjoying isolation i pull the rope of my door tighter and stuff my window with roots and ferns endlinehere  my spirit is tuned to the spring season at the fall of the year there is autumn in my heart endlinehere  thus imitating cosmic changes my cottage becomes a universe endlinehere  shady shady the wood in front of the hall at midsummer full of calm shadows endlinehere  the south wind follows summers train with its eddying puffs it blows open my coat endlinehere  i am free from ties and can live a life of retirement endlinehere  when i rise from sleep i play with books and harp endlinehere  the lettuce in the garden still grows moist of last years grain there is always plenty left endlinehere  self support should maintain strict limits more than enough is not what i want endlinehere  i grind millet and make good wine when the wine is heated i pour it out for myself endlinehere  my little children are playing at my side learning to talk they babble unformed sounds endlinehere  these things have made me happy again and i forget my lost cap of office endlinehere  distant distant i gaze at the white clouds with a deep yearning i think of the sages of antiquity endlinehere  in the quiet of the morning i heard a knock at my door i threw on my clothes and opened it myself endlinehere  i asked who it was who had come so early to see me he said he was a peasant coming with good intent endlinehere  he brought a present of wine and rice soup believing that i had fallen on evil days endlinehere  you live in rags under a thatched roof and seem to have no desire for a better lot endlinehere  the rest of mankind have all the same ambitions you too must learn to wallow in their mire endlinehere  old man i am impressed by what you say but my soul is not fashioned like other mens endlinehere  to drive in their rut i might perhaps learn to be untrue to myself could only lead to muddle endlinehere  let us drink and enjoy together the wine you have brought for my course is set and cannot now be altered endlinehere  a long time ago i went on a journey right to the corner of the eastern ocean endlinehere  the road there was long and winding and stormy waves barred my path endlinehere  what made me go this way endlinehere  hunger drove me into the world endlinehere  i tried hard to fill my belly and even a little seemed a lot endlinehere  but this was clearly a bad bargain so i went home and lived in idleness endlinehere  high and low wise and simple all busily hoard up the moments of life endlinehere  therefore i have to the uttermost exposed the bitterness both of substance and shadow and have made spirit show how by following nature we may dissolve this bitterness endlinehere  heaven and earth exist for ever mountains and rivers never change endlinehere  but herbs and trees in perpetual rotation are renovated and withered by the dews and frosts and man the wise man the divine shall he alone escape this law endlinehere  fortuitously appearing for a moment in the world he suddenly departs never to return endlinehere  how can he know that the friends he has left are missing him and thinking of him endlinehere  only the things that he used remain they look upon them and their tears flow endlinehere  me no magical arts can save though you may hope for a wizards aid endlinehere  i beg you listen to this advice when you can get wine be sure to drink it endlinehere  there is no way to preserve life endlinehere  drugs of immortality are instruments of folly endlinehere  i would gladly wander in paradise but it is far away and there is no road endlinehere  since the day that i was joined to you we have shared all our joys and pains endlinehere  while you rested in the shade i left you a while but till the end we shall be together endlinehere  our joint existence is impermanent sadly together we shall slip away endlinehere  that when the body decays fame should also go is a thought unendurable burning the heart endlinehere  let us strive and labour while yet we may to do some deed that men will praise endlinehere  wine may in truth dispel our sorrow but how compare it with lasting fame endlinehere  god can only set in motion he cannot control the things he has made endlinehere  man the second of the three orders owes his precedence to me endlinehere  though i am different from you we were born involved in one another nor by any means can we escape the intimate sharing of good and ill endlinehere  the three emperors were saintly men yet to day where are they endlinehere  png lived to a great age yet he went at last when he longed to stay endlinehere  and late or soon all go wise and simple have no reprieve endlinehere  wine may bring forgetfulness but does it not hasten old age endlinehere  if you set your heart on noble deeds how do you know that any will praise you endlinehere  chill and harsh the year draws to its close in my cotton dress i seek sunlight on the porch endlinehere  in the southern orchard all the leaves are gone in the north garden rotting boughs lie heaped endlinehere  i empty my cup and drink it down to the dregs i look towards the kitchen but no smoke rises endlinehere  poems and books lie piled beside my chair but the light is going and i shall not have time to read them endlinehere  my life here is not like the agony in chn but often i have to bear bitter reproaches endlinehere  let me then remember to calm my hearts distress that the sages of old were often in like case endlinehere  white hair covers my temples i am wrinkled and seared beyond repair and though i have got five sons they all hate paper and brush endlinehere  a shu is eighteen for laziness there is none like him endlinehere  a hsan does his best but really loathes the fine arts endlinehere  but does not know six from seven endlinehere  tung tz in his ninth year is only concerned with things to eat endlinehere  if heaven treats me like this what can i do but fill my cup endlinehere  i built my hut in a zone of human habitation yet near me there sounds no noise of horse or coach endlinehere  would you know how that is possible endlinehere  a heart that is distant creates a wilderness round it endlinehere  i pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge then gaze long at the distant summer hills endlinehere  the mountain air is fresh at the dusk of day the flying birds two by two return endlinehere  in these things there lies a deep meaning yet when we would express it words suddenly fail us endlinehere  my old desire to live in the southern village was not because i had taken a fancy to the house endlinehere  but i heard it was a place of simple minded men with whom it were a joy to spend the mornings and evenings endlinehere  many years i had longed to settle here now at last i have managed to move house endlinehere  i do not mind if my cottage is rather small so long as theres room enough for bed and mat endlinehere  often and often the neighbours come to see me and with brave words discuss the things of old endlinehere  rare writings we read together and praise doubtful meanings we examine together and settle endlinehere  when i was young i was out of tune with the herd my only love was for the hills and mountains endlinehere  unwitting i fell into the web of the worlds dust and was not free until my thirtieth year endlinehere  the migrant bird longs for the old wood the fish in the tank thinks of its native pool endlinehere  i had rescued from wildness a patch of the southern moor and still rustic i returned to field and garden endlinehere  my ground covers no more than ten acres my thatched cottage has eight or nine rooms endlinehere  elms and willows cluster by the eaves peach trees and plum trees grow before the hall endlinehere  hazy hazy the distant hamlets of men endlinehere  steady the smoke of the half deserted village a dog barks somewhere in the deep lanes a cock crows at the top of the mulberry tree endlinehere  at gate and courtyard no murmur of the worlds dust in the empty rooms leisure and deep stillness endlinehere  long i lived checked by the bars of a cage now i have turned again to nature and freedom endlinehere  in the month of june the grass grows high and round my cottage thick leaved branches sway endlinehere  there is not a bird but delights in the place where it rests and i too love my thatched cottage endlinehere  i have done my ploughing i have sown my seed endlinehere  again i have time to sit and read my books endlinehere  in the narrow lane there are no deep ruts often my friends carriages turn back endlinehere  in high spirits i pour out my spring wine and pluck the lettuce growing in my garden endlinehere  a gentle rain comes stealing up from the east and a sweet wind bears it company endlinehere  my thoughts float idly over the story of king chou my eyes wander over the pictures of hills and seas endlinehere  at a single glance i survey the whole universe endlinehere  he will never be happy whom such pleasures fail to please endlinehere  the lingering clouds rolling rolling and the settled rain dripping dripping in the eight directions the same dusk endlinehere  the level lands one great river endlinehere  wine i have wine i have idly i drink at the eastern window endlinehere  longingly i think of my friends but neither boat nor carriage comes endlinehere  swiftly the years beyond recall endlinehere  solemn the stillness of this fair morning endlinehere  i will clothe myself in spring clothing and visit the slopes of the eastern hill endlinehere  by the mountain stream a mist hovers hovers a moment then scatters endlinehere  there comes a wind blowing from the south that brushes the fields of new corn endlinehere  i collected together all my friends endlinehere  loud talk and simple feasting discussion of philosophy investigation of subtleties endlinehere  tongues loosened and minds at one endlinehere  hearts refreshed by discharge of emotion endlinehere  high rises the eastern peak soaring up to the blue sky endlinehere  among the rocks an empty hollow secret still mysterious endlinehere  uncarved and unhewn screened by nature with a roof of clouds endlinehere  times and seasons what things are you bringing to my life ceaseless change endlinehere  i will lodge for ever in this hollow where springs and autumns unheeded pass endlinehere  all night i could not sleep because of the moonlight on my bed endlinehere  i kept on hearing a voice calling out of nowhere nothing answered yes endlinehere  i will carry my coat and not put on my belt with unpainted eyebrows i will stand at the front window endlinehere  my tiresome petticoat keeps on flapping about if it opens a little i shall blame the spring wind endlinehere  i heard my love was going to yang chou and went with him as far as chu shan endlinehere  for a moment when you held me fast in your outstretched arms i thought the river stood still and did not flow endlinehere  i have brought my pillow and am lying at the northern window so come to me and play with me awhile endlinehere  with so much quarrelling and so few kisses how long do you think our love can last endlinehere  her door opened on the white water close by the side of the timber bridge thats where the little lady lived all alone without a lover endlinehere  green rushes with red shoots long leaves bending to the wind you and i in the same boat plucking rushes at the five lakes endlinehere  we started at dawn from the orchid island we rested under the elms till noon endlinehere  you and i plucking rushes had not plucked a handful when night came endlinehere  seeing the plum tree i thought of the western island and i plucked a branch to send to the north country endlinehere  i put on my dress of apricot yellow silk and bound up my hair black as the crows wing endlinehere  but which is the road that leads to the western island endlinehere  ill ask the man at the ferry by the bridge of boats endlinehere  but the sun is sinking and the orioles flying home and the wind is blowing and sighing in the walnut tree endlinehere  ill stand under the tree just beside the gate ill stand by the door and show off my enamelled hair pins endlinehere  shes opened the gate but her lover has not come shes gone out at the gate to pluck red lotus endlinehere  as she plucks the lotus on the southern dyke in autumn the lotus flowers stand higher than a mans head endlinehere  she bends down and plays with the lotus seeds the lotus seeds are green like the lake water endlinehere  she gathers the flowers and puts them into her gown the lotus bud that is red all through endlinehere  she thinks of her lover her lover that does not come she looks up and sees the wild geese flying the western island is full of wild geese endlinehere  to look for her lover she climbs the blue tower endlinehere  the tower is high she looks but cannot see all day she leans on the balcony rails endlinehere  the rail is twisted into a twelve fold pattern endlinehere  she lets fall her hand white like the colour of jade endlinehere  she rolls up the awning she sees the wide sky and the sea water waving its vacant blue endlinehere  the sea shall carry my dreams far away so that you shall be sorry at last for my sorrow endlinehere  if the south wind only knew my thoughts it would blow my dreams till they got to the western island endlinehere  i was brought up under the stone castle my window opened on to the castle tower endlinehere  in the castle were beautiful young men who waved to me as they went in and out endlinehere  chiang nan is a glorious and beautiful land and chin ling an exalted and kingly province endlinehere  the green canals of the city stretch on and on and its high towers stretch up and up endlinehere  flying gables lean over the bridle road drooping willows cover the royal aqueduct endlinehere  shrill flutes sing by the coachs awning and reiterated drums bang near its painted wheels endlinehere  the names of the deserving shall be carved on the cloud terrace endlinehere  and for those who have done valiantly rich reward awaits endlinehere  now late i follow times necessity mounting a barricade i pacify remote tribes endlinehere  discarding my sash i don a coat of rhinoceros skin rolling up my skirts i shoulder a black bow endlinehere  even at the very start my strength fails what will become of me before its all over endlinehere  red hills lie athwart us as a menace in the west and fiery mountains glare terrible in the south endlinehere  the body burns the head aches and throbs if a bird light here its soul forthwith departs endlinehere  warm springs pour from cloudy pools and hot smoke issues between the rocks endlinehere  the sun and moon are perpetually obscured the rain and dew never stay dry endlinehere  there are red serpents a hundred feet long and black snakes ten girths round endlinehere  the sand spitters shoot their poison at the sunbeams the flying insects are ill with the shifting glare endlinehere  the hungry monkeys dare not come down to eat the morning birds dare not set out to fly endlinehere  at the ching river many die of poison crossing the lu one is lucky if one is only ill endlinehere  our living feet walk on dead ground our high wills surmount the snares of fate endlinehere  the spear boat general got but little honour the wave subduer met with scant reward endlinehere  if our prince still grudges the things that are easy to give can he hope that his soldiers will give what is hardest to give endlinehere  i heard at night your long sighs and knew that you were thinking of me endlinehere  as she spoke the doors of heaven opened and our souls conversed and i saw her face endlinehere  she set me a pillow to rest on and she brought me meat and drink endlinehere  i stood beside her where she lay but suddenly woke and she was not there and none knew how my soul was torn how the tears fell surging over my breast endlinehere  in the high trees many doleful winds the ocean waters lashed into waves endlinehere  if the sharp sword be not in your hand how can you hope your friends will remain many endlinehere  do you not see that sparrow on the fence endlinehere  seeing the hawk it casts itself into the snare endlinehere  the fowler to catch the sparrow is delighted the young man to see the sparrow is grieved endlinehere  he takes his sword and cuts through the netting the yellow sparrow flies away away endlinehere  away away up to the blue sky and down again to thank the young man endlinehere  a beautiful place is the town of lo yang the big streets are full of spring light endlinehere  the lads go driving out with harps in their hands the mulberry girls go out to the fields with their baskets endlinehere  golden whips glint at the horses flanks endlinehere  gauze sleeves brush the green boughs endlinehere  racing dawn the carriages come home and the girls with their high baskets full of fruit endlinehere  my bed is so empty that i keep on waking up as the cold increases the night wind begins to blow endlinehere  it rustles the curtains making a noise like the sea oh that those were waves which could carry me back to you endlinehere  entering the hall she meets the new wife leaving the gate she runs into her former husband endlinehere  words stick she does not manage to say anything she presses her hands together and hesitates endlinehere  agitates moon like fan sheds pearl like tears realizes she loves him just as much as ever that her present pain will never come to an end endlinehere  who says that its by my desire this separation this living so far from you endlinehere  my dress still smells of the lavender you gave my hand still holds the letter that you sent endlinehere  round my waist i wear a double sash i dream that it binds us both with a same heart knot endlinehere  did not you know that people hide their love like a flower that seems too precious to be picked endlinehere  of marsh mallows my boat is made the ropes are lily roots endlinehere  the pole star is athwart the sky the moon sinks low endlinehere  its at the ferry im plucking lilies endlinehere  but it might be the yellow river so afraid you seem of the wind and waves so long you tarry at the crossing endlinehere  the road that i came by mounts eight thousand feet the river that i crossed hangs a hundred fathoms endlinehere  the brambles so thick that in summer one cannot pass endlinehere  the snow so high that in winter one cannot climb endlinehere  with branches that interlace lung valley is dark against cliffs that tower ones voice beats and echoes endlinehere  i turn my head and it seems only a dream that i ever lived in the streets of hsien yang endlinehere  the evening river is level and motionless the spring colours just open to their full endlinehere  suddenly a wave carries the moon away and the tidal water comes with its freight of stars endlinehere  kao huan that son of a mouse dared to attack king pi endlinehere  but at the first stroke of sword and bow the aggressors plot recoiled on himself endlinehere  tchirek river lies under the dark mountains where the sky is like the sides of a tent stretched down over the great steppe endlinehere  the sky is gray gray and the steppe wide wide over grass that the wind has battered low sheep and oxen roam endlinehere  business men boast of their skill and cunning but in philosophy they are like little children endlinehere  bragging to each other of successful depredations they neglect to consider the ultimate fate of the body endlinehere  tell me now what should a man want but to sit alone sipping his cup of wine endlinehere  then i could jog through a happy five score years and at the end need no paradise endlinehere  these days continually fuddled with drink i fail to satisfy the appetites of the soul endlinehere  but seeing men all behaving like drunkards how can i alone remain sober endlinehere  his subjects were always original but his poems are seldom worth quoting is a chinese opinion of him endlinehere  i loved you dearly stone fish lake with your rock island shaped like a swimming fish endlinehere  on the fishs back is the wine cup hollow and round the fish the flowing waters of the lake endlinehere  the boys on the shore sent little wooden ships each made to carry a single cup of wine endlinehere  the island drinkers emptied the liquor boats and set their sails and sent them back for more endlinehere  on the shores of the lake were jutting slabs of rock and under the rocks there flowed an icy stream endlinehere  heated with wine to rinse our mouths and hands in those cold waters was a joy beyond compare endlinehere  of gold and jewels i have not any need for caps and coaches i do not care at all endlinehere  but i wish i could sit on the rocky banks of the lake for ever and ever staring at the stone fish endlinehere  above the lake are deep mountain valleys and men dwelling whose hearts are without guile endlinehere  gay like children they swarm to the tops of the trees and run to the water to catch bream and trout endlinehere  their pleasures are the same as those of beasts and birds they put no restraint either on body or mind endlinehere  far i have wandered throughout the nine lands wherever i went such manners had disappeared endlinehere  i find myself standing and wondering perplexed whether saints and sages have really done us good endlinehere  the hills and rivers of the lowland country you have made your battle ground endlinehere  how do you suppose the people who live there will procure firewood and hay endlinehere  do not let me hear you talking together about titles and promotions for a single generals reputation is made out of ten thousand corpses endlinehere  families when a child is born want it to be intelligent endlinehere  i through intelligence having wrecked my whole life only hope the baby will prove ignorant and stupid endlinehere  then he will crown a tranquil life by becoming a cabinet minister endlinehere  an old man selling charms in a cranny of the town wall endlinehere  he writes out spells to bless the silkworms and spells to protect the corn endlinehere  with the money he gets each day he only buys wine endlinehere  but he does not worry when his legs get wobbly for he has a boy to lean on endlinehere  away and away i sail in my light boat my heart leaps with a great gust of joy endlinehere  through the leafless branches i see the temple in the wood over the dwindling stream the stone bridge towers endlinehere  down the grassy lanes sheep and oxen pass in the misty village cranes and magpies cry endlinehere  back in my home i drink a cup of wine and need not fear the greed of the evening wind endlinehere  in the southern village the boy who minds the ox with his naked feet stands on the oxs back endlinehere  through the hole in his coat the river wind blows through his broken hat the mountain rain pours endlinehere  on the long dyke he seemed to be far away in the narrow lane suddenly we were face to face endlinehere  the boy is home and the ox is back in its stall and a dark smoke oozes through the thatched roof endlinehere  of spring water thirty or forty miles in the evening sunlight three or four houses endlinehere  youths and boys minding geese and ducks women and girls tending mulberries and hemp endlinehere  the place remote their coats and scarves old the year fruitful their talk and laughter gay endlinehere  the old wanderer moors his flat boat and staggers up the bank to pluck wistaria flowers endlinehere  the little cart jolting and banging through the yellow haze of dusk endlinehere  the man pushing behind the woman pulling in front endlinehere  they have left the city and do not know where to go endlinehere  green green those elm tree leaves _they_ will cure my hunger if only we could find some quiet place and sup on them together endlinehere  the wind has flattened the yellow mother wort above it in the distance they see the walls of a house endlinehere  _there_ surely must be people living wholl give you something to eat endlinehere  they tap at the door but no one comes they look in but the kitchen is empty endlinehere  they stand hesitating in the lonely road and their tears fall like rain endlinehere  since i left my home to seek official state seven years i have lived in chang an endlinehere  what have i gained endlinehere  we have roamed on horseback under the flowering trees we have walked in the snow and warmed our hearts with wine endlinehere  we have met and parted at the western gate and neither of us bothered to put on cap or belt endlinehere  we did not go up together for examination we were not serving in the same department of state endlinehere  the bond that joined us lay deeper than outward things the rivers of our souls spring from the same well endlinehere  i look down on the twelve city streets red dust flanked by green trees endlinehere  coaches and horsemen alone fill my eyes i do not see whom my heart longs to see endlinehere  of all that walk on the north south road there is not one that i care for more than the rest endlinehere  at the palace doors the smell of meat and wine on the road the bones of one who was frozen to death endlinehere  ten leagues riding always facing to the north the cold wind almost blew off my ears endlinehere  i waited for the bell outside the five gates i waited for the summons within the triple hall endlinehere  my hair and beard were frozen and covered with icicles my coat and robe chilly like water endlinehere  at the western window i paused from writing rescripts the pines and bamboos were all buried in stillness endlinehere  the moon rose and a calm wind came suddenly it was like an evening in the hills endlinehere  and so as i dozed i dreamed of the south west and thought i was staying at the hsien yu temple endlinehere  when i woke and heard the dripping of the palace clock i still thought it the murmur of a mountain stream endlinehere  the snow has gone from chung nan spring is almost come endlinehere  lovely in the distance its blue colours against the brown of the streets endlinehere  a thousand coaches ten thousand horsemen pass down the nine roads turns his head and looks at the mountains not one man endlinehere  we talked together in the yung shou temple we parted to the north of the hsin chang dyke endlinehere  going home i shed a few tears grieving about things not sorry for you endlinehere  long long the road to lan tien you said yourself you would not be able to write endlinehere  reckoning up your halts for eating and sleeping by this time youve crossed the shang mountains endlinehere  last night the clouds scattered away a thousand leagues the same moonlight scene endlinehere  when dawn came i dreamt i saw your face it must have been that you were thinking of me endlinehere  in my dream i thought i held your hand and asked you to tell me what your thoughts were endlinehere  and _you_ said i miss you bitterly but theres no one here to send to you with a letter endlinehere  when i awoke before i had time to speak a knocking on the door sounded doong doong endlinehere  they came and told me a messenger from shang chou had brought a letter a single scroll from you endlinehere  up from my pillow i suddenly sprang out of bed and threw you my clothes all topsy turvy endlinehere  i undid the knot and saw the letter within a single sheet with thirteen lines of writing endlinehere  at the top it told the sorrows of an exiles heart at the bottom it described the pains of separation endlinehere  the sorrows and pains took up so much space there was no room left to talk about the weather endlinehere  but you said that when you wrote you were staying for the night to the east of shang chou sitting alone lighted by a solitary candle lodging in the mountain hostel of yang chng endlinehere  night was late when you finished writing the mountain moon was slanting towards the west endlinehere  what is it lies aslant across the moon endlinehere  a single tree of purple _paulovnia_ flowers paulovnia flowers just on the point of falling are a symbol to express thinking of an absent friend endlinehere  lovingly you wrote on the back side to send in the letter your poem of the paulovnia flower endlinehere  the poem of the paulovnia flower has eight rhymes yet these eight couplets have cast a spell on my heart endlinehere  they have taken hold of this mornings thoughts and carried them to yours the night you wrote your letter endlinehere  the whole poem i read three times each verse ten times i recite endlinehere  so precious to me are the fourscore words that each letter changes into a bar of gold endlinehere  when the yellow birds note was almost stopped and half formed the green plums fruit sitting and grieving that spring things were over i rose and entered the eastern gardens gate endlinehere  i carried my cup and was dully drinking alone suddenly i heard a knocking sound at the door endlinehere  dwelling secluded i was glad that someone had come how much the more when i saw it was chn hsiung endlinehere  at ease and leisure all day we talked crowding and jostling the feelings of many years endlinehere  how great a thing is a single cup of wine endlinehere  for it makes us tell the story of our whole lives endlinehere  when i was almost forty i had a daughter whose name was golden bells endlinehere  now it is just a year since she was born she is learning to sit and cannot yet talk endlinehere  ashamed to find that i have not a sages heart i cannot resist vulgar thoughts and feelings endlinehere  henceforward i am tied to things outside myself my only reward the pleasure i am getting now endlinehere  if i am spared the grief of her dying young then i shall have the trouble of getting her married endlinehere  my plan for retiring and going back to the hills must now be postponed for fifteen years endlinehere  ruined and ill a man of two score pretty and guileless a girl of three endlinehere  not a boy but still better than nothing to soothe ones feeling from time to time a kiss endlinehere  there came a day they suddenly took her from me her souls shadow wandered i know not where endlinehere  at last by thinking of the time before she was born by thought and reason i drove the pain away endlinehere  since my heart forgot her many days have passed and three times winter has changed to spring endlinehere  this morning for a little the old grief came back because in the road i met her foster nurse endlinehere  sad sad lean with long illness monotonous monotonous days and nights pass endlinehere  the summer trees have clad themselves in shade the autumn lan already houses the dew endlinehere  the eggs that lay in the nest when i took to bed have changed into little birds and flown away endlinehere  the worm that then lay hidden in its hole has hatched into a cricket sitting on the tree endlinehere  the four seasons go on for ever and ever in all nature nothing stops to rest even for a moment endlinehere  only the sick mans heart deep down still aches as of old endlinehere  deep the waters of the black pool coloured like ink they say a holy dragon lives there whom men have never seen endlinehere  beside the pool they have built a shrine the authorities have established a ritual a dragon by itself remains a dragon but men can make it a god endlinehere  prosperity and disaster rain and drought plagues and pestilences by the village people were all regarded as the sacred dragons doing endlinehere  they all made offerings of sucking pig and poured libations of wine the morning prayers and evening gifts depended on a mediums advice when the dragon comes ah endlinehere  the wind stirs and sighs paper money thrown ah endlinehere  silk umbrellas waved endlinehere  when the dragon goes ah endlinehere  the wind also still endlinehere  the cups and vessels are cold endlinehere  meats lie stacked on the rocks of the pools shore wine flows on the grass in front of the shrine endlinehere  i do not know of all those offerings how much the dragon eats but the mice of the woods and the foxes of the hills are continually drunk and sated endlinehere  why are the foxes so lucky endlinehere  what have the sucking pigs done that year by year _they_ should be killed merely to glut the foxes endlinehere  that the foxes are robbing the sacred dragon and eating his sucking pig beneath the nine fold depths of his pool does he know or not endlinehere  there came an officer knocking by night at my door in a loud voice demanding grain tribute endlinehere  my house servants dared not wait till the morning but brought candles and set them on the barn floor endlinehere  passed through the sieve clean washed as pearls a whole cart load thirty bushels of grain endlinehere  but still they cry that it is not paid in full with whips and curses they goad my servants and boys endlinehere  once in error i entered public life i am inwardly ashamed that my talents were not sufficient endlinehere  in succession i occupied four official posts for doing nothing ten years salary endlinehere  often have i heard that saying of ancient men that good and ill follow in an endless chain endlinehere  and to day it ought to set my heart at rest to return to others the corn in my great barn endlinehere  in the land of tao chou many of the people are dwarfs the tallest of them never grow to more than three feet endlinehere  they were sold in the market as dwarf slaves and yearly sent to court described as an offering of natural products from the land of tao chou endlinehere  a strange offering of natural products i never heard of one yet that parted men from those they loved never to meet again endlinehere  old men weeping for their grandsons mothers for their children endlinehere  one day yang chng came to govern the land he refused to send up dwarf slaves in spite of incessant mandates endlinehere  the emperors heart was deeply moved and he sealed and sent a scroll the yearly tribute of dwarfish slaves is henceforth annulled endlinehere  the people of tao chou old ones and young ones how great their joy endlinehere  father with son and brother with brother henceforward kept together from that day for ever more they lived as free men endlinehere  the people of tao chou still enjoy this gift endlinehere  and even now when they speak of the governor tears start to their eyes endlinehere  and lest their children and their childrens children should forget the governors name when boys are born the syllable yang is often used in their forename endlinehere  of cord and cassia wood is the harp compounded within it lie ancient melodies endlinehere  ancient melodies weak and savourless not appealing to present mens taste endlinehere  light and colour are faded from the jade stops dust has covered the rose red strings endlinehere  decay and ruin came to it long ago but the sound that is left is still cold and clear endlinehere  i do not refuse to play it if you want me to but even if i play people will not listen endlinehere  how did it come to be neglected so endlinehere  because of the chiang flute and the chin flageolet endlinehere  the singers have hushed their notes of clear song the red sleeves of the dancers are motionless endlinehere  hugging his lute the old harper of chao rocks and sways as he touches the five chords endlinehere  the loud notes swell and scatter abroad sa sa like wind blowing the rain endlinehere  the soft notes dying almost to nothing chieh chieh like the voice of ghosts talking endlinehere  now as glad as the magpies lucky song again bitter as the gibbons ominous cry endlinehere  and those who sit and listen to the tune he plays of soul and body lose the mastery endlinehere  and those who pass that way as he plays the tune suddenly stop and cannot raise their feet endlinehere  alas alas that the ears of common men should love the modern and not love the old endlinehere  thus it is that the harp in the green window day by day is covered deeper with dust endlinehere  in the royal city spring is almost over tinkle tinkle the coaches and horsemen pass endlinehere  we tell each other this is the peony season and follow with the crowd that goes to the flower market endlinehere  cheap and dear no uniform price the cost of the plant depends on the number of blossoms endlinehere  for the fine flower a hundred pieces of damask for the cheap flower five bits of silk endlinehere  above is spread an awning to protect them around is woven a wattle fence to screen them endlinehere  if you sprinkle water and cover the roots with mud when they are transplanted they will not lose their beauty endlinehere  each household thoughtlessly follows the custom man by man no one realizing endlinehere  there happened to be an old farm labourer who came by chance that way endlinehere  he bowed his head and sighed a deep sigh but this sigh nobody understood endlinehere  he was thinking a cluster of deep red flowers would pay the taxes of ten poor houses endlinehere  tartars led in chains tartars led in chains endlinehere  their ears pierced their faces bruised they are driven into the land of chin endlinehere  the son of heaven took pity on them and would not have them slain endlinehere  a petty officer in a yellow coat took down their names and surnames they were led from the city of chang an under escort of an armed guard endlinehere  their bodies were covered with the wounds of arrows their bones stood out from their cheeks endlinehere  they had grown so weak they could only march a single stage a day endlinehere  in the morning they must satisfy hunger and thirst with neither plate nor cup at night they must lie in their dirt and rags on beds that stank with filth endlinehere  suddenly they came to the yangtze river and remembered the waters of chiao endlinehere  with lowered hands and levelled voices they sobbed a muffled song endlinehere  then one tartar lifted up his voice and spoke to the other tartars _your_ sorrows are none at all compared with _my_ sorrows endlinehere  those that were with him in the same band asked to hear his tale as he tried to speak the words were choked by anger endlinehere  he told them i was born and bred in the town of liang yan endlinehere  in the frontier wars of ta li i fell into the tartars hands endlinehere  since the days the tartars took me alive forty years have passed they put me into a coat of skins tied with a belt of rope endlinehere  only on the first of the first month might i wear my chinese dress endlinehere  as i put on my coat and arranged my cap how fast the tears flowed endlinehere  i made in my heart a secret vow i would find a way home i hid my plan from my tartar wife and the children she had borne me in the land endlinehere  i thought to myself it is well for me that my limbs are still strong and yet being old in my heart i feared i should never live to return endlinehere  the tartar chieftains shoot so well that the birds are afraid to fly from the risk of their arrows i escaped alive and fled swiftly home endlinehere  hiding all day and walking all night i crossed the great desert where clouds are dark and the moon black and the sands eddy in the wind endlinehere  but the moving horsemen did not hear that i spoke the han tongue their captain took me for a tartar born and had me bound in chains endlinehere  they are sending me away to the south east to a low and swampy land no one now will take pity on me resistance is all in vain endlinehere  thinking of this my voice chokes and i ask of heaven above was i spared from death only to spend the rest of my years in sorrow endlinehere  my native village of liang yan i shall not see again my wife and children in the tartars land i have fruitlessly deserted endlinehere  when i fell among tartars and was taken prisoner i pined for the land of han now that i am back in the land of han they have turned me into a tartar endlinehere  had i but known what my fate would be i would not have started home endlinehere  for the two lands so wide apart are alike in the sorrow they bring endlinehere  tartar prisoners in chains endlinehere  of all the sorrows of all the prisoners mine is the hardest to bear endlinehere  never in the world has so great a wrong befallen the lot of man a han heart and a han tongue set in the body of a turk endlinehere  a government bull yoked to a government cart endlinehere  moored by the bank of chan river a barge loaded with gravel endlinehere  a single load of gravel how many pounds it weighs endlinehere  carrying at dawn carrying at dusk what is it all for endlinehere  they are carrying it towards the five gates to the west of the main road endlinehere  under the shadow of green laurels they are making a gravel drive endlinehere  for yesterday arrove newly appointed the assistant chancellor of the realm and was terribly afraid that the wet and mud would dirty his horses hoofs endlinehere  the chancellors horses hoofs stepped on the gravel and remained perfectly clean but the bull employed in dragging the cart was almost sweating blood endlinehere  the assistant chancellors business is to save men govern the country and harmonize yin and yang endlinehere  whether the bulls neck is sore need not trouble him at all endlinehere  there was once a man who dreamt he went to heaven his dream body soared aloft through space endlinehere  he rode on the back of a white plumed crane and was led on his flight by two crimson banners endlinehere  whirring of wings and flapping of coat tails endlinehere  jade bells suddenly all a tinkle endlinehere  half way to heaven he looked down beneath him down on the dark turmoil of the world endlinehere  gradually he lost the place of his native town mountains and water nothing else distinct endlinehere  the eastern ocean a single strip of white the hills of china five specks of green endlinehere  gliding past him a host of fairies swept in long procession to the palace of the jade city endlinehere  they take him to the presence of the mighty jade emperor he bows his head and proffers loyal homage endlinehere  the emperor says we see you have fairy talents be of good heart and do not slight yourself endlinehere  we shall send to fetch you in fifteen years and give you a place in the courtyard of immortality endlinehere  twice bowing he acknowledged the gracious words then woke from sleep full of wonder and joy endlinehere  he hid his secret and dared not tell it abroad but vowed a vow he would live in a cave of rock endlinehere  from love and affection he severed kith and kin from his eating and drinking he omitted savoury and spice endlinehere  his morning meal was a dish of coral dust at night he sipped an essence of dewy mists endlinehere  in the empty mountains he lived for thirty years daily watching for the heavenly coach to come endlinehere  the time of appointment was already long past but of wings and coach bells still no sound endlinehere  his teeth and hair daily withered and decayed his ears and eyes gradually lost their keenness endlinehere  one morning he suffered the common change and his body was one with the dust and dirt of the hill endlinehere  gods and fairies endlinehere  if indeed such things there be their ways are beyond the striving of mortal men endlinehere  though you sweat and toil what shall your trouble bring endlinehere  you will only shorten the five score years of your span endlinehere  sad alas the man who dreamt of fairies endlinehere  for a single dream spoiled his whole life endlinehere  boundless the great sea endlinehere  straight down no bottom sideways no border endlinehere  of cloudy waves and misty billows down in the uttermost depths men have fabled in the midst there stand three sacred hills endlinehere  on the hills thick growing herbs that banish death endlinehere  wings grow on those who eat them and they turn into heavenly hsien endlinehere  the lord of chin and wu of han believed in these stories and magic workers year by year were sent to gather the herbs endlinehere  the blessed islands now and of old what but an empty tale endlinehere  the misty waters spread before them and they knew not where to seek endlinehere  dauntless the mighty wind endlinehere  their eyes search but cannot see the shores of the blessed islands endlinehere  they cannot find the blessed isles and yet they dare not return youths and maidens that began the quest grew grey on board the boat endlinehere  do you not see the graves on the top of black horse hill and the tombs at mo ling endlinehere  what is left but the sighing wind blowing in the tangled grasses endlinehere  the two red towers north and south rise facing each other endlinehere  i beg to ask to whom do they belong endlinehere  the two princes blew on their flutes and drew down fairies from the sky who carried them off through the five clouds soaring away to heaven endlinehere  their halls and houses that they could not take with them were turned into temples planted in the dust of the world endlinehere  in the tiring rooms and dancers towers all is silent and still only the willows like dancers arms and the pond like a mirror endlinehere  when the flowers are falling at yellow twilight when things are sad and hushed one does not hear songs and flutes but only chimes and bells endlinehere  the imperial patent on the temple doors is written in letters of gold for nuns quarters and monks cells ample space is allowed endlinehere  for green moss and bright moonlight plenty of room provided in a hovel opposite is a sick man who has hardly room to lie down endlinehere  i remember once when at ping yang they were building a great mans house how it swallowed up the housing space of thousands of ordinary men endlinehere  the immortals are leaving us two by two and their houses are turned into temples i begin to fear that the whole world will become a vast convent endlinehere  an old charcoal seller cutting wood and burning charcoal in the forests of the southern mountain endlinehere  his face stained with dust and ashes has turned to the colour of smoke endlinehere  the hair on his temples is streaked with gray his ten fingers are black endlinehere  the money he gets by selling charcoal how far does it go endlinehere  it is just enough to clothe his limbs and put food in his mouth endlinehere  although alas the coat on his back is a coat without lining endlinehere  he hopes for the coming of cold weather to send up the price of coal endlinehere  last night outside the city a whole foot of snow at dawn he drives the charcoal wagon along the frozen ruts endlinehere  oxen weary man hungry the sun already high outside the gate to the south of the market at last they stop in the mud endlinehere  suddenly a pair of prancing horsemen endlinehere  who can it be coming endlinehere  a public official in a yellow coat and a boy in a white shirt endlinehere  in their hands they hold a written warrant on their tongues the words of an order they turn back the wagon and curse the oxen leading them off to the north endlinehere  a whole wagon of charcoal more than a thousand pieces endlinehere  if officials choose to take it away the woodman may not complain endlinehere  half a piece of red silk and a single yard of damask the courtiers have tied to the oxens collar as the price of a wagon of coal endlinehere  i was going to the city to sell the herbs i had plucked on the way i rested by some trees at the blue gate endlinehere  along the road there came a horseman riding whose face was pale with a strange look of dread endlinehere  friends and relations waiting to say good bye pressed at his side but he did not dare to pause endlinehere  i in wonder asked the people about me who he was and what had happened to him endlinehere  they told me this was a privy councillor whose grave duties were like the pivot of state endlinehere  his food allowance was ten thousand cash three times a day the emperor came to his house endlinehere  yesterday he was called to a meeting of heroes to day he is banished to the country of yai chou endlinehere  so always the counsellors of kings favour and ruin changed between dawn and dusk endlinehere  green green the grass of the eastern suburb and amid the grass a road that leads to the hills endlinehere  resting in peace among the white clouds at last he has made a coup that cannot fail endlinehere  at hsin fng an old man four score and eight the hair on his head and the hair of his eyebrows white as the new snow endlinehere  leaning on the shoulders of his great grandchildren he walks in front of the inn with his left arm he leans on their shoulders his right arm is broken endlinehere  i asked the old man how many years had passed since he broke his arm i also asked the cause of the injury how and why it happened endlinehere  the old man said he was born and reared in the district of hsin fng at the time of his birth a wise reign no wars or discords endlinehere  often i listened in the pear tree garden to the sound of flute and song naught i knew of banner and lance nothing of arrow or bow endlinehere  then came the wars of tien pao and the great levy of men of three men in each house one man was taken endlinehere  and those to whom the lot fell where were they taken to endlinehere  when the great army waded across the water seethed like a cauldron when barely ten had entered the water two or three were dead endlinehere  to the north of my village to the south of my village the sound of weeping and wailing endlinehere  children parting from fathers and mothers husbands parting from wives endlinehere  everyone says that in expeditions against the min tribes of a million men who are sent out not one returns endlinehere  i that am old was then twenty four my name and fore name were written down in the rolls of the board of war endlinehere  in the depth of the night not daring to let any one know i secretly took a huge stone and dashed it against my arm endlinehere  bones broken and sinews wounded could not fail to hurt i was ready enough to bear pain if only i got back home endlinehere  my arm broken ever since it was sixty years ago endlinehere  one limb although destroyed whole body safe endlinehere  but even now on winter nights when the wind and rain blow from evening on till days dawn i cannot sleep for pain endlinehere  not sleeping for pain is a small thing to bear compared with the joy of being alive when all the rest are dead endlinehere  for otherwise years ago at the ford of lu river my body would have died and my soul hovered by the bones that no one gathered endlinehere  over the graves of ten thousand soldiers mournfully hovering endlinehere  so the old man spoke endlinehere  and i bid you listen to his words have you not heard that the prime minister of kai yan sung kai fu did not reward frontier exploits lest a spirit of aggression should prevail endlinehere  and have you not heard that the prime minister of tien pao yang kuo chung desiring to win imperial favour started a frontier war endlinehere  but long before he could win the war people had lost their temper ask the man with the broken arm in the village of hsin fng endlinehere  white billows and huge waves block the river crossing wherever i go danger and difficulty whatever i do failure endlinehere  just as in my worldly career i wander and lose the road so when i come to the river crossing i am stopped by contrary winds endlinehere  of fishes and prawns sodden in the rain the smell fills my nostrils with the stings of insects that come with the fog my whole body is sore endlinehere  i am growing old time flies and my short span runs out endlinehere  while i sit in a boat at chiu kou wasting ten days endlinehere  i take your poems in my hand and read them beside the candle the poems are finished the candle is low dawn not yet come endlinehere  with sore eyes by the guttering candle still i sit in the dark listening to waves that driven by the wind strike the prow of the ship endlinehere  i have still to travel in my solitary boat three or four leagues by misty waters and rainy sands while the yellow dusk thickens endlinehere  the forest trees are leafless and withered after the mountain rain the roofs of the houses are hidden low among the river mists endlinehere  the horses fed on water grass are too weak to carry their load the cottage walls of wattle and thatch let the wind blow on ones bed endlinehere  in the distance i see red wheeled coaches driving from the town gate they have taken the trouble these civil people to meet their new prefect endlinehere  there is no one among men that has not a special failing and my failing consists in writing verses endlinehere  i have broken away from the thousand ties of life but this infirmity still remains behind endlinehere  and often when i have finished a new poem alone i climb the road to the eastern rock endlinehere  i lean my body on the banks of white stone i pull down with my hands a green cassia branch endlinehere  my mad singing startles the valleys and hills the apes and birds all come to peep endlinehere  fearing to become a laughing stock to the world i choose a place that is unfrequented by men endlinehere  at nine rivers in the tenth year in winter heavy snow the river water covered with ice and the forests broken with their load endlinehere  the birds of the air hungry and cold went flying east and west and with them flew a migrant yen loudly clamouring for food endlinehere  among the snow it pecked for grass and rested on the surface of the ice it tried with its wings to scale the sky but its tired flight was slow endlinehere  the boys of the river spread a net and caught the bird as it flew they took it in their hands to the city market and sold it there alive endlinehere  i that was once a man of the north am now an exile here bird and man in their different kind are each strangers in the south endlinehere  and because the sight of an exiled bird wounded an exiles heart i paid your ransom and set you free and you flew away to the clouds endlinehere  yen yen flying to the clouds tell me whither shall you go endlinehere  the official army and the rebel army have grown old in their opposite trenches the soldiers rations have grown so small theyll be glad of even you endlinehere  the brave boys in their hungry plight will shoot you and eat your flesh they will pluck from your body those long feathers and make them into arrow wings endlinehere  _you_ so bravely splashing reds and blues endlinehere  just when _i_ am getting wrinkled and old endlinehere  why should you waste the moments of inspiration tracing the withered limbs of a sick man endlinehere  tall tall is the palace of chi lin but my deeds have not been frescoed on its walls endlinehere  minutely limned on a foot of painting silk what can i do with a portrait such as _that_ endlinehere  yesterday i heard that such a one was gone this morning they tell me that so and so is dead endlinehere  of friends and acquaintances more than two thirds have suffered change and passed to the land of ghosts endlinehere  those that are gone i shall not see again they alas are for ever finished and done endlinehere  those that are left where are they now endlinehere  they are all scattered a thousand miles away endlinehere  those i have known and loved through all my life on the fingers of my hand how many do i count endlinehere  longing for each other we are all grown gray through the fleeting world rolled like a wave in the stream endlinehere  alas that the feasts and frolics of old days have withered and vanished bringing us to this endlinehere  when shall we meet and drink a cup of wine and laughing gaze into each others eyes endlinehere  up and up the incense burner peak endlinehere  in my heart is stored what my eyes and ears perceived endlinehere  all the year detained by official business to day at last i got a chance to go endlinehere  grasping the creepers i clung to dangerous rocks my hands and feet weary with groping for hold endlinehere  there came with me three or four friends but two friends dared not go further endlinehere  at last we reached the topmost crest of the peak my eyes were blinded my soul rocked and reeled endlinehere  the chasm beneath me ten thousand feet the ground i stood on only a foot wide endlinehere  if you have not exhausted the scope of seeing and hearing how can you realize the wideness of the world endlinehere  the waters of the river looked narrow as a ribbon pn castle smaller than a mans fist endlinehere  how it clings the dust of the worlds halter endlinehere  it chokes my limbs i cannot shake it away endlinehere  thinking of retirement i heaved an envious sigh then with lowered head came back to the ants nest endlinehere  my new province is a land of bamboo groves their shoots in spring fill the valleys and hills endlinehere  the mountain woodman cuts an armful of them and brings them down to sell at the early market endlinehere  things are cheap in proportion as they are common for two farthings i buy a whole bundle endlinehere  i put the shoots in a great earthen pot and heat them up along with boiling rice endlinehere  the purple nodules broken like an old brocade the white skin opened like new pearls endlinehere  now every day i eat them recklessly for a long time i have not touched meat endlinehere  sent as a present from annam a red cockatoo endlinehere  coloured like the peach tree blossom speaking with the speech of men endlinehere  and they did to it what is always done to the learned and eloquent endlinehere  they took a cage with stout bars and shut it up inside endlinehere  after lunch one short nap on waking up two cups of tea endlinehere  raising my head i see the suns light once again slanting to the south west endlinehere  those who are happy regret the shortness of the day those who are sad tire of the years sloth endlinehere  but those whose hearts are devoid of joy or sadness just go on living regardless of short or long endlinehere  above a mountain ten thousand feet high below a river a thousand fathoms deep endlinehere  a strip of green walled by cliffs of stone wide enough for the passage of a single reed endlinehere  long before night the walls are black with dusk without wind white waves rise endlinehere  the big rocks are like a flat sword the little rocks resemble ivory tusks endlinehere  we are stuck fast and cannot move a step endlinehere  how much the less three hundred miles endlinehere  frail and slender the twisted bamboo rope weak the dangerous hold of the towers feet endlinehere  a single slip the whole convoy lost and _my_ life hangs on _this_ thread endlinehere  i have heard a saying he that has an upright heart shall walk scathless through the lands of man and mo endlinehere  how can i believe that since the world began in every shipwreck none have drowned but rogues endlinehere  and how can i born in evil days and fresh from failure ask a kindness of fate endlinehere  often i fear that these un talented limbs will be laid at last in an un named grave endlinehere  suddenly suddenly bearing a stricken heart i left the gates with nothing to comfort me endlinehere  henceforward relegated to deep seclusion in a bottomless gorge flanked by precipitous mountains five months on end the passage of boats is stopped by the piled billows that toss and leap like colts endlinehere  the inhabitants of pa resemble wild apes fierce and lusty they fill the mountains and prairies endlinehere  among such as these i cannot hope for friends and am pleased with anyone who is even remotely human endlinehere  i took money and bought flowering trees and planted them out on the bank to the east of the keep endlinehere  i simply bought whatever had most blooms not caring whether peach apricot or plum endlinehere  a hundred fruits all mixed up together a thousand branches flowering in due rotation endlinehere  each has its season coming early or late but to all alike the fertile soil is kind endlinehere  the red flowers hang like a heavy mist the white flowers gleam like a fall of snow endlinehere  the wandering bees cannot bear to leave them the sweet birds also come there to roost endlinehere  in front there flows an ever running stream beneath there is built a little flat terrace endlinehere  sometimes i sweep the flagstones of the terrace sometimes in the wind i raise my cup and drink endlinehere  the flower branches screen my head from the sun the flower buds fall down into my lap endlinehere  alone drinking alone singing my songs i do not notice that the moon is level with the steps endlinehere  the people of pa do not care for flowers all the spring no one has come to look endlinehere  but their governor general alone with his cup of wine sits till evening and will not move from the place endlinehere  my niece who is six years old is called miss tortoise my daughter of three little summer dress endlinehere  one is beginning to learn to joke and talk the other can already recite poems and songs endlinehere  at morning they play clinging about my feet at night they sleep pillowed against my dress endlinehere  why children did you reach the world so late coming to me just when my years are spent endlinehere  young things draw our feelings to them old people easily give their hearts endlinehere  the sweetest vintage at last turns sour the full moon in the end begins to wane endlinehere  and so with men the bonds of love and affection soon may change to a load of sorrow and care endlinehere  but all the world is bound by loves ties why did i think that i alone should escape endlinehere  trees growing right in front of my window the trees are high and the leaves grow thick endlinehere  the distant mountain view obscured by this dimly shows between endlinehere  one morning i took knife and axe with my own hand i lopped the branches off endlinehere  ten thousand leaves fall about my head a thousand hills came before my eyes endlinehere  suddenly as when clouds or mists break and straight through the blue sky appears again like the face of a friend one has loved seen at last after an age of parting endlinehere  first there came a gentle wind blowing one by one the birds flew back to the tree endlinehere  to ease my mind i gazed to the south east as my eyes wandered my thoughts went far away endlinehere  of men there is none that has not some preference of things there is none but mixes good with ill endlinehere  it was not that i did not love the tender branches but better still to see the green hills endlinehere  i have been ill so long that i do not count the days at the southern window evening and again evening endlinehere  sadly chirping in the grasses under my eaves the winter sparrows morning and evening sing endlinehere  by an effort i rise and lean heavily on my bed tottering i step towards the door of the courtyard endlinehere  by chance i meet a friend who is coming to see me just as if i had gone specially to meet him endlinehere  they took my couch and placed it in the setting sun they spread my rug and i leaned on the balcony pillar endlinehere  tranquil talk was better than any medicine gradually the feelings came back to my numbed heart endlinehere  little sleeping and much grieving the traveller rises at midnight and looks back towards home endlinehere  the sands are bright with moonlight that joins the shores the sail is white with dew that has covered the boat endlinehere  nearing the sea the river grows broader and broader approaching autumn the nights longer and longer endlinehere  thirty times we have slept amid mists and waves and still we have not reached hang chow endlinehere  i grew up at jung yang i was still young when i left endlinehere  on and on forty years passed till again i stayed for the night at jung yang endlinehere  when i went away i was only eleven or twelve this year i am turned fifty six endlinehere  yet thinking back to the times of my childish games whole and undimmed still they rise before me endlinehere  the old houses have all disappeared down in the village none of my people are left endlinehere  it is not only that streets and buildings have changed but steep is level and level changed to steep endlinehere  alone unchanged the waters of chiu and yu passionless flow in their old course endlinehere  while on the road to his new province hang chow in he sends a silver spoon to his niece a kuei whom he had been obliged to leave behind with her nurse old mrs endlinehere  little girls ought to be daintily fed mrs endlinehere  tsao please see to this endlinehere  thats why ive packed and sent a silver spoon you will think of me and eat up your food nicely endlinehere  long ago to a white haired gentleman you made the present of a black gauze hat endlinehere  the gauze hat still sits on my head but you already are gone to the nether springs endlinehere  the thing is old but still fit to wear the man is gone and will never be seen again endlinehere  out on the hill the moon is shining to night and the trees on your tomb are swayed by the autumn wind endlinehere  that so many of the poor should suffer from cold what can we do to prevent endlinehere  to bring warmth to a single body is not much use endlinehere  i wish i had a big rug ten thousand feet long which at one time could cover up every inch of the city endlinehere  our party scattered at yellow dusk and i came home to bed i woke at midnight and went for a walk leaning heavily on a friend endlinehere  as i lay on my pillow my vinous complexion soothed by sleep grew sober in front of the tower the ocean moon accompanying the tide had risen endlinehere  the swallows about to return to the beams went back to roost again the candle at my window just going out suddenly revived its light endlinehere  all the time till dawn came still my thoughts were muddled and in my ears something sounded like the music of flutes and strings endlinehere  _then_ on the shore building sand pagodas _now_ at court covered with tinkling jade endlinehere  this and that equally childish games things whose substance passes in a moment of time endlinehere  while the hands are busy the heart cannot understand when there are no scriptures then doctrine is sound endlinehere  even should one zealously strive to learn the way that very striving will make ones error more endlinehere  all the morning i have lain perversely in bed now at dusk i rise with many yawns endlinehere  my warm stove is quick to get ablaze at the cold mirror i am slow in doing my hair endlinehere  with melted snow i boil fragrant tea seasoned with curds i cook a milk pudding endlinehere  at my sloth and greed there is no one but me to laugh my cheerful vigour none but myself knows endlinehere  the taste of my wine is mild and works no poison the notes of my harp are soft and bring no sadness endlinehere  to the three joys in the book of mencius i have added the fourth of playing with my baby boy endlinehere  i break up cypress and make a book box the box well made and the cypress wood tough endlinehere  in it shall be kept what authors works endlinehere  the inscription says po lo tien endlinehere  all my life has been spent in writing books from when i was young till now that i am old endlinehere  first and last seventy whole volumes big and little three thousand themes endlinehere  all i can do is to divide them among my daughters to be left by them to give to my grandchildren endlinehere  between thirty and forty one is distracted by the five lusts between seventy and eighty one is a prey to a hundred diseases endlinehere  but from fifty to sixty one is free from all ills calm and still the heart enjoys rest endlinehere  i have put behind me love and greed i have done with profit and fame i am still short of illness and decay and far from decrepit age endlinehere  strength of limb i still possess to seek the rivers and hills still my heart has spirit enough to listen to flutes and strings endlinehere  at leisure i open new wine and taste several cups drunken i recall old poems and sing a whole volume endlinehere  hundreds of houses thousands of houses like a chess board endlinehere  the twelve streets like a field planted with rows of cabbage endlinehere  in the distance perceptible dim dim the fire of approaching dawn and a single row of stars lying to the west of the five gates endlinehere  mounting on high i begin to realize the smallness of mans domain gazing into distance i begin to know the vanity of the carnal world endlinehere  i turn my head and hurry home back to the court and market a single grain of rice falling into the great barn endlinehere  two top knots not yet plaited into one endlinehere  of thirty years just beyond half endlinehere  you who are really a lady of silks and satins are now become my hill and stream companion endlinehere  at the spring fountains together we splash and play on the lovely trees together we climb and sport endlinehere  her cheeks grow rosy as she quickens her sleeve dancing her brows grow sad as she slows her songs tune endlinehere  dont go singing the song of the willow branches when theres no one here with a heart for you to break endlinehere  at night you came and took my hand and we wandered together in my dream when i woke in the morning there was no one to stop the tears that fell on my handkerchief endlinehere  on the banks of the chang my aged body three times has passed through sickness at hsien yang to the grasses on your grave eight times has autumn come endlinehere  you lie buried beneath the springs and your bones are mingled with the clay endlinehere  i lodging in the world of men my hair white as snow endlinehere  a wei and han lang both followed in their turn among the shadows of the terrace of night did you know them or not endlinehere  at night in my dream i stoutly climbed a mountain endlinehere  going out alone with my staff of holly wood endlinehere  a thousand crags a hundred hundred valleys in my dream journey none were unexplored and all the while my feet never grew tired and my step was as strong as in my young days endlinehere  can it be that when the mind travels backward the body also returns to its old state endlinehere  and can it be as between body and soul that the body may languish while the soul is still strong endlinehere  soul and body both are vanities dreaming and waking both alike unreal endlinehere  in the day my feet are palsied and tottering in the night my steps go striding over the hills endlinehere  as day and night are divided in equal parts between the two i _get_ as much as i _lose_ endlinehere  congratulating himself on the comforts of his life after his retirement from office endlinehere  lined coat warm cap and easy felt slippers in the little tower at the low window sitting over the sunken brazier endlinehere  body at rest heart at peace no need to rise early endlinehere  i wonder if the courtiers at the western capital know of these things or not endlinehere  no new poems his brush will trace even his fame is dead endlinehere  his old poems are deep in dust at the bottom of boxes and cupboards endlinehere  once lately when someone was singing suddenly i heard a verse before i had time to catch the words a pain had stabbed my heart endlinehere  those who speak know nothing those who know are silent endlinehere  these words as i am told were spoken by lao tz endlinehere  if we are to believe that lao tz was himself _one who knew_ how comes it that he wrote a book of five thousand words endlinehere  chuang tz levels all things and reduces them to the same monad endlinehere  but _i_ say that even in their sameness difference may be found endlinehere  a traveller came from across the seas telling of strange sights endlinehere  in a deep fold of the sea hills i saw a terrace and tower endlinehere  in the midst there stood a fairy temple with one niche empty endlinehere  they all told me this was waiting for lo tien to come endlinehere  traveller i have studied the empty gate i am no disciple of fairies the story you have just told is nothing but an idle tale endlinehere  the hills of ocean shall never be lo tiens home endlinehere  when i leave the earth it will be to go to the heaven of bliss fulfilled endlinehere  they have put my bed beside the unpainted screen they have shifted my stove in front of the blue curtain endlinehere  i listen to my grandchildren reading me a book i watch the servants heating up my soup endlinehere  with rapid pencil i answer the poems of friends i feel in my pockets and pull out medicine money endlinehere  when this superintendence of trifling affairs is done i lie back on my pillows and sleep with my face to the south endlinehere  the end chiswick press printed by charles whittingham and co endlinehere  tooks court chancery lane london endlinehere  heading for biographical read bibliographical endlinehere  you stand here at my side good priapus albeit from thieves ive nothing to fear endlinehere  freely pluck whosoever would eat endlinehere  hypocrites those are the ones endlinehere  tell me ye stones and give me o glorious palaces answer endlinehere  speak o ye streets but one word endlinehere  genius art thou alive endlinehere  yes here within thy sanctified walls theres a soul in each object roma eternal endlinehere  for me only are all things yet mute endlinehere  who will then tell me in whispers and where must i find just the window where one day shell be glimpsed creature wholl scorch me with love endlinehere  cant i divine yet the paths through which over and over to her and from her ill go squandering valuable time endlinehere  visiting churches and palaces all of the ruins and the pillars i a responsible man profit from making this trip endlinehere  with my business accomplished ah then shall only one temple amors temple alone take the initiate in endlinehere  rome thou art a whole world it is true and yet without love this world would not be the world rome would cease to be rome endlinehere  more than ever i dreamed i have found it my happy good fortune endlinehere  cupid sagaciously led past those palazzos so fine endlinehere  he of course knows very well and i have also discovered what beneath tapestries rich gilded boudoirs conceal endlinehere  one may if one wishes call him a blind wanton boy but i know you clever cupid too well endlinehere  o incorruptible god endlinehere  here he provides me with evrything sees that i get what i call for each day that passes he spreads freshly plucked roses for me endlinehere  isnt that heaven on earth endlinehere  say beautiful lady borghese what would you give to me more endlinehere  banquets and game tables operas balls promenades down the corso endlinehere  these but deprive my sweet boy of his most opportune times endlinehere  finery haughtiness do not entice me endlinehere  does one not lift a gown of the finest brocade just as one lifts common wool endlinehere  if shes to press in comfort a lover against that soft bosom doesnt he want her to be free from all brooches and chains endlinehere  must not the jewelry and then the lace and the bustles and whalebone all of it come off entire if hes to learn how she feels endlinehere  i encounter no troubles like those endlinehere  simple dress of rough homespun at but a lovers mere touch tumbles in folds to the floor endlinehere  quickly he carries the girl as shes clad in chemise of coarse linen just as a nursemaid might playfully up to her bed endlinehere  drapings of satin are absent the mattress is quite unembroidered endlinehere  large is this room where the bed offers its comfort for two endlinehere  jupiters welcome to more from his juno if he can get it let any mortal find rest softer wherever he can endlinehere  we are content with cupids delights authentic and naked and with the exquisite creak crack of the bed as it rocks endlinehere  ask whomever you will but youll never find out where im lodging high societys lords ladies so groomed and refined endlinehere  tell me was werther authentic endlinehere  did all of that happen in real life endlinehere  lotte oh where did she live werthers only true love endlinehere  how many times have i cursed those frivolous pages that broadcast out among all mankind passions i felt in my youth endlinehere  were he my brother why then i d have murdered poor werther endlinehere  yet his despondent ghost couldnt have sought worse revenge endlinehere  do not beloved regret that you yielded to me so quickly i entertain no base insolent thoughts about you endlinehere  arrows of cupid work divers effects endlinehere  some do but scratch us slow and insidious these poison our hearts over years endlinehere  yet with a head freshly honed and cunningly fledged certain others pierce to the marrow inflame rapidly there our blood endlinehere  when gods and goddesses in days of heroes made love then lust followed look and desire with no delay was indulged endlinehere  surely you dont think the goddess of love lost a moment reflecting when in idean grove anchises caught her eye endlinehere  nor did luna delay about kissing that beautiful dreamer jealous aurora had else hastily wakened the lad endlinehere  at the loud banquet hero regarded leander then promptly into dark waters he plunged ardently swam toward his love endlinehere  today a proud rome claims to be queen of the world endlinehere  we are so pious we lovers endlinehere  discreetly we worship all powers hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well endlinehere  therefore we gladly confess to singling a special immortal and our devotions each day pledging but solely to her endlinehere  mischievous celebrants we at these mysteries gay and so solemn silence exactly befits rites at which were adepts endlinehere  sweet opportunity that is her name endlinehere  you should meet her endlinehere  often will she turn up ever in a new form endlinehere  daughter of proteus might well she be whom he sired upon thetis endlinehere  in metamorphoses theyve many a hero deceived endlinehere  so now the daughter beguiles the naive and bedazzles the foolish teases you while youre asleep when you awaken shes flown endlinehere  eagerly yields herself up to the quick to the active man only endlinehere  he discovers shes tame playful and tender and sweet endlinehere  once she appeared to me too a dark skinned girl tumbling over her forehead the hair down in waves heavy and dark endlinehere  round about a delicate neck curled short little ringlets up from the crown of her head crinkled the unbraided hair endlinehere  when she dashed by me i seized her mistaking her not endlinehere  lovingly kiss and embrace she returned knowing and teaching me how endlinehere  o how enraptured i was endlinehere  ah say now no more endlinehere  its a bygone endlinehere  but o pigtails of rome still im entrammled in you endlinehere  happily now on classical soil i feel inspiration endlinehere  voices from present and past speak here evocatively endlinehere  heeding ancient advice i leaf through the works of the ancients with an assiduous hand endlinehere  daily the pleasures renewed endlinehere  throughout the night in a different way im kept busy by cupid if erudition is halved rapture is doubled that way endlinehere  do then i not become wise when i trace with my eye her sweet bosoms form and the line of her hips stroke with my hand endlinehere  i acquire as i reflect and compare my first understanding of marble see with an eye that feels feel with a hand that sees endlinehere  while my beloved i grant it deprives me of moments of daylight she in the nighttime hours gives compensation in full endlinehere  and we do more than just kiss we prosecute reasoned discussions should she succumb to sleep that gives me time for my thoughts endlinehere  in her embrace its by no means unusual ive composed poems and the hexameters beat gently tapped out on her back fingertips counting in time with the sweet rhythmic breath of her slumber endlinehere  air from deep in her breast penetrates mine and there burns endlinehere  cupid while stirring the flame in our lamp no doubt thinks of those days when for the triumvirs he similar service performed endlinehere  can you be cruel enough to sadden me thus with reproaches endlinehere  germans speak i suppose bitterly when theyre in love endlinehere  bear it i must when the gossips bring forth accusations im guilty or am i not endlinehere  but alas all of my guilt was with you endlinehere  clothes that youve given bear witness for envious neighbors that the poor widow no more grieves for her husband alone endlinehere  did you not thoughtlessly visit me in the disguise of a cleric muffled all up in a cloak hair all rounded behind endlinehere  who was it chose that gray monk if not you endlinehere  well then a prelate now is my lover ah who is my prelate but you endlinehere  never incredible as it may sound in this clerical city has any cleric brought me swear it i will to his bed endlinehere  i was sufficiently poor sad to say endlinehere  the seducers noted it well endlinehere  falconier ogled me often enough endlinehere  one of the pimps for albani with billets doux very impressive called me to ostia once endlinehere  quattro fontani next time endlinehere  who was it did not appear there endlinehere  why who but the very same girl who hated with all of her heart stockings both violet and red endlinehere  for in the end you poor girls are the ones who are sure to be cheated endlinehere  so said my father although mother was not much impressed endlinehere  father was right endlinehere  here i stand in the end being cheated and scolded endlinehere  you dont believe your own words endlinehere  theyre your excuse to escape endlinehere  unworthy of women are men endlinehere  we who carry your children next to our hearts in these hearts loyalty we bear you too endlinehere  as for you men when youve poured out your potency in our embraces and your desires dissipate love with them passes away endlinehere  these things expressed and taking her child from its chair my beloved presses it close to her heart kisses it tears in her eyes endlinehere  im now so very ashamed of myself for having permitted gossip of neighbors to spoil picture so eloquent endlinehere  for a short moment a fire may burn darkly while smoke swirls about it endlinehere  water dashed on the coals suddenly smothers their glow endlinehere  rapidly then renewed heat overcomes those lowering vapors sends up a flame that anew bright and more powerful gleams endlinehere  how very happy i am here in rome when i think of the bad days far back there in the north wrapped in a grayish light endlinehere  over my head there the heavens weighed down so dismal and gloomy colorless formless that world round this exhausted man lay endlinehere  seeking myself in myself an unsatisfied spirit i brooded spying out pathways dark lost in dreary reflection endlinehere  phoebus the god evokes forms clear are his colors by day endlinehere  bright with the stars comes the evening ringing with songs that are tender and the glow of the moon brighter than northern sun endlinehere  what blessedness mortals may know endlinehere  am i now dreaming endlinehere  or welcomes jupiter father as guest me to ambrosial halls endlinehere  see i lie here extending my arms toward your knees endlinehere  i am praying hospitalitys god jupiter xenius endlinehere  hear how i am come to this place i no longer can say i was seized up by hebe endlinehere  twas she led to this sacred hill endlinehere  did you command her a hero to seek and deliver before you endlinehere  may be she erred endlinehere  let her mistake profit me endlinehere  does not fortuna your daughter when strewing her glorious presents after the manner of girls yield to each passing whim endlinehere  you o hospitable god will by no means now banish a stranger from your olympian heights back to the base earth again endlinehere  forgive me jupiter is not romes capitoline hill second olympus to you endlinehere  suffer me jupiter here and let hermes guide me at last then past cestius tomb gently to orkus below endlinehere  when you were small you say neither did others consider you f air nor even your mother find praise and i believe it till you grew bigger developing quietly over the years endlinehere  i picture you to myself as an unusual child endlinehere  also the blossoms on grapevines are wanting in shape and in color although the fruit when its ripe pleases both mankind and gods endlinehere  kindling autumnal fire in a rustic convivial fireplace how the sticks crackle and spew flames and glittering sparks endlinehere  strikes me especially pleasant this evening endlinehere  then in the morning officious shell leave the bed of her lover rouse adroitly the flames out from their ashes anew endlinehere  cupid has lent to her above others the gift of cajoling up from the ashes desire just when slumbers begun endlinehere  therefore ye living rejoice that love keeps you warm for a while yet until cold lethe anoints captures your foot in its flight endlinehere  they are for you o ye graces just a few leaves by a poet onto your pure altar laid buds of the rose beside offered in confidence endlinehere  but its to bacchus the sensuous dreamer cythera sends glances bathed in sweetest desire even in marble theyre damp endlinehere  thinking about his embrace and its pleasures she seems to be asking shouldnt our glorious son here at our side stand erect endlinehere  cant you hear voices beloved out on the via flamina endlinehere  reapers are now going home back from harvesting grain endlinehere  they had journeyed to rome from afar and here plaited for ceres wreaths which the romans today scorn to make for themselves endlinehere  festivals no longer celebrate ceres the nourishing goddess who replaced acorns of old giving man golden wheat endlinehere  let us commemorate her then ourselves in festival private two constitute a whole tribe when they are two in love endlinehere  have you by any chance heard how that mystical strange celebration followed victorious troops back from eleusis to rome endlinehere  greeks were the ones who began it and only to greeks they proclaimed it even within roman walls come to the sanctified night endlinehere  those who were not of the cult kept their distance neophytes trembled waiting in garments of white symbol of all that is pure endlinehere  then the initiates must aimlessly wander about through the eerie circles of figures as if pilgriming through their own dreams endlinehere  snakes on the ground were writhing about endlinehere  surely the gestures of murmuring priests must contain some deep meaning impatient acolytes wait anxiously hoping for light endlinehere  not until after many a testing and trial did they discover what within sacred ring secretive image concealed endlinehere  what was this mystery other than this that demeter goddess once upon a time had to a hero been kind endlinehere  it was to jason powerful king of the cretans she granted of her immortal self hidden sweet parts to explore endlinehere  that made the fortune of crete endlinehere  the marital bed of the goddess soon grew pregnant with grain heavy her bounteous fields endlinehere  as for the rest of the world it languished away while ceres derelict of her true task dalliance offered in love endlinehere  now the initiate youths having followed this tale all astonished turned and beckoned their loves love do you comprehend endlinehere  see there the sacred shade beneath that bushy boughed myrtle endlinehere  our satisfaction will there scarcely endanger a world endlinehere  cupid is always a scoundrel and if you believe him hell cheat you endlinehere  heres what the hypocrite said trust me just once more this time endlinehere  i have the best of intentions toward you who have now dedicated i recognize it with thanks life and writings to me endlinehere  lo i have followed you hither to rome and id like to do something here in this far away land pleasing to such an old friend endlinehere  every traveller ive ever known has complained of poor treatment he whom i recommend treatment delicious receives endlinehere  how youve revered the formative will of those ancient artists endlinehere  in their own ateliers often i ve visited them endlinehere  as for their works why i formed those myself now this time im boasting not endlinehere  oh come now admit what i am saying is true endlinehere  where are your own creations your service to me having slackened endlinehere  where is inventions glow now endlinehere  where is the color all gone endlinehere  friend do you hope you can create again endlinehere  the school of the ancients yet remains open endlinehere  its gates years have not closed them to you endlinehere  i am eternally young and as teacher i still love the young ones endlinehere  wisdom that comes with old age pleases me not endlinehere  listen here wasnt antiquity young when those fortunate ancients were living endlinehere  happy then be your life too in it antiquity lives endlinehere  where will you find a fit theme for your song endlinehere  it is i must provide it endlinehere  as for a style truly grand love can alone give you that endlinehere  all of these claims that sophist asserted endlinehere  could i contradict him endlinehere  i am wont to obey when my commander decrees endlinehere  treacherous now he is keeping his word giving me themes for my poems while he is stealing my time potency presence of mind endlinehere  gazing into her eyes holding hands giving kisses exchanging syllables sweet and those words lovers alone understand murmuring our conversations we stutter in sweet oratory endlinehere  hymns of such sort pass away wanting prosodical tact endlinehere  goddess of morning aurora as friend of my muse i once knew you endlinehere  has the unprincipled god cupid seduced you now too endlinehere  so that these mornings you come as his sweetheart awakening me at his festive altar again where i must celebrate him endlinehere  here on my breast flows her hair an abundance of curls while her head rests pressing my arm as its bent so as to pillow her neck endlinehere  love in our hearts makes us one as the genuine need there stays constant only returning desire knows oscillation or change endlinehere  gently her hand presses mine now she opens her eyes and is looking into my own eyes endlinehere  let my thoughts rest on your form endlinehere  please close your eyes endlinehere  theyre inebriation confusion they rob me all too soon of the joy quiet reflection affords endlinehere  grand are the forms of this body and nobly positioned each member endlinehere  had ariadne lain thus theseus never had fled endlinehere  only a single kiss for these lips and then o theseus leave her look at her eyes shes awake endlinehere  now youre eternally bound endlinehere  boy wont you light me a lamp endlinehere  but dear master theres light in the sky yet endlinehere  dont waste your oil and the wick endlinehere  dont close the shutters so soon endlinehere  only the houses are blocking the sun there its not yet the mountains endlinehere  until the curfew shall ring full half an hour must pass endlinehere  wretched young fellow be gone and obey me endlinehere  my loved one is coming endlinehere  lamplight console me till then harbinger warm of the night endlinehere  poets of old in chorus cried out against those two serpents making them horrible names hated in all of the world python the one the other the hydra of lerna endlinehere  these monsters both have now been destroyed thanks to the deeds of the gods endlinehere  fire breathing venomous once they no longer now depredate our flocks and meadows and woods fields of golden grain endlinehere  how is it then that some spiteful god in his wrath has raised from the poisonous slime offspring so monstrous again endlinehere  theres an insidious viper creeps into the loveliest gardens lying in wait to attack all who seek pleasure therein endlinehere  noble hesperian dragon i call you courageous and forthright endlinehere  boldly defending your own beautiful apples of gold endlinehere  as for this worm why he is not guarding at all for his presence sullies both garden and fruit till they deserve no defense endlinehere  happy lucretius knew how in his day to forego love completely fearing not to enjoy pleasure in anyones arms endlinehere  fortunate ancient propertius for you a slave fetched the girls down from the aventine hill from tarpeias grove endlinehere  cynthia then when driving you out of such unchaste embraces found you unfaithful its true but she did find you whole endlinehere  who would today dare attempt to escape from fidelitys ennui endlinehere  love does not hold one back only concern for ones health endlinehere  even the woman we love may afford us uncertain enjoyment nowhere can feminine lap safely encouch a mans head endlinehere  matrimonial beds insecure and sos fornication husband lover and wife pass to each other the hurt endlinehere  think of those ages of gold when jupiter followed his urges chose callisto one day turned to semel the next endlinehere  it was important to him to find thresholds of temples so sacred pure when enamoured he sought powerful entry to them endlinehere  can you imagine the ragings of juno if in loves skirmish poisonous weapons on her by her own spouse had been turned endlinehere  but we neo pagans may not after all be abandoned entirely yet there is speeding a god mercifully over the earth quick and assiduous endlinehere  everyone knows him and ought to adore him herald of zeus hermes the healing god endlinehere  cupid will hold out his hand o and entrusting myself to the rascal i beg you please may i do so in pleasure with no danger or worry or fear endlinehere  i cannot think id have gone with julius caesar to britain to the popina right here florus would tug me with ease endlinehere  fogs of the dreary north remain a more baleful remembrance than in the kitchens of rome tribes of assiduous fleas endlinehere  after today ill remember you even more kindly tavernas you osterias as you are called aptly by those here in rome endlinehere  that was the place i encountered my mistress today with the uncle whom she so often deceives so that she can have me endlinehere  she is of course well aware that i am watching so finally makes the v of the roman five with a virgule before endlinehere  quickly as soon as ive seen she interlaces the circles reducing them all to ornatest patterns but still the sweet iv stood as engraved in my eye endlinehere  i sat there mutely and biting my passionate lips almost bloody half from delight at the ruse partly from stifled desire such a long time until dark then another four hours of waiting endlinehere  sun who tarries on high contemplating rome greater never youve nor shall you in future see greater than rome o sun as your priest horace enraptured foretold endlinehere  tarry no longer today endlinehere  go seek other realms beneath heaven endlinehere  sooner depart and leave romes seven famed hills to me endlinehere  please do the poet a favor and shorten the glorious hours which the painter devours eagerly filling his eyes endlinehere  then hastily plunge to the ocean endlinehere  first were but few simple dwellings here suddenly sunlight discovered nations enlivening hills teeming with fortunate thieves endlinehere  onto this spot they assembled such plunder in your eye so splendid all earths remaining orb scarcely was worthy of note endlinehere  you watched a world being born here watched the same world sink to ruin and from those ruins yet arise world again greater perhaps endlinehere  o may i long by your light now behold this rome endlinehere  o but come rushing the moment my love designated so sweetly endlinehere  no but i heard at least three endlinehere  thus my dear muses again youve beguiled the monotony for me endlinehere  of this long interval while i was apart from my love endlinehere  all of you now farewell endlinehere  ill be going now dont be offended endlinehere  for though youre proud youll concede cupid in my heart comes first endlinehere  why did you fail to appear at the cot in the vineyard today love endlinehere  as i had promised i would long i awaited you there endlinehere  dear i had almost arrived when i saw by good fortune your uncle standing right there by the vines looking now this way now that endlinehere  stealthily i slipped away endlinehere  you saw the scarecrow thats all endlinehere  nothing else drove you away endlinehere  reeds and some discarded garments all hastily cobbled together i helped to make it myself diligent in my own grief endlinehere  well now his wish is fulfilled endlinehere  the old gardners most dissolute crow has left on this day unscathed nice little garden and niece endlinehere  while there is many an unpleasant sound i hate to hear barking worse than anything else endlinehere  bellowing dogs split my ears endlinehere  nevertheless i do like to hear and take pleasure in listening to the loud howl of the dog raised from a pup next door endlinehere  that is the dog that so bayed one time at my girl that he almost gave our secret away when she was visiting me endlinehere  now when i hear the dog barking i think my beloved is coming or i remember the time when long awaited she came endlinehere  i can tell not only about a discomfort far greater than others but of a horror besides thinking of which will arouse every fiber in me to revulsion endlinehere  my friends i confess it great displeasure i take lying alone in my bed endlinehere  thats why faustina as my companion in bed makes me happy loving she always remains faithful as i am to her endlinehere  young men are aroused in their passions by obstacles and by excitement i prefer to go slow savoring pleasures secure endlinehere  is it not bliss to exchange tender kisses containing no dangers sucking into our lungs carefree our partners own life endlinehere  that is the way our long nights of enjoyment are passed endlinehere  we listen breast against breast to the storm pouring down rain in the wind morning begins to dawn we expect from these hours approaching blossoms that will adorn festive the coming new day endlinehere  quirites permit me the joy and may this of all pleasures on earth the first and the last be vouchsafed all of mankind by the god endlinehere  ah to uphold ones respectable name is not easy endlinehere  the lady fame has an ancient foe cupid my master and lord endlinehere  oh by the way have you heard of the cause of their mutual hatred endlinehere  its an old story i think let me just tell it again endlinehere  powerful ever the goddess but nevertheless to her fellows overbearing and rude quite unendurable endlinehere  she had by the gods since time out of mind at their banquets been dreaded yelling with brassiest voice orders to great and to small endlinehere  once in her arrogance even maintained that she had subjected to her own will as her slave joves most illustrious son endlinehere  one of these days o father of deities cried she in triumph i shall be bringing you my hercules as if new born endlinehere  dont think that hercules be still that boy whom alcmene once bore you his adulation of me makes him now god upon earth endlinehere  when toward olympus he gazes ive no doubt you hope that hes looking piously toward your knees endlinehere  hes looking for me endlinehere  o the vision of winning my favor makes easy hitherto unexplored paths under that powerful foot endlinehere  i do my part for i meet him halfway and proclaim his adventures praising his name in advance even before hes begun endlinehere  one day youll wed me to hercules endlinehere  hero who amazons conquered that day will overwhelm me endlinehere  happily ill call him spouse endlinehere  all of the gods kept their counsel and none would reply to the braggart lest in a pique she devise vengeance against one of them endlinehere  scene now completed and ready to tease he goes scampering shouting for all olympus to hear come see these glorious deeds endlinehere  heaven and earth and the sun on his indefatigable journey over that infinite path never did witness the like endlinehere  everyone hastened gulled by the dissolute boy who feigning earnest had summoned them all fame by no means lagged behind endlinehere  which of the gods will now smile in sweet condescension on cupid endlinehere  delighted of course seeing a man humbled so endlinehere  fame on the other hand stood there ashamed embarrassed despairing endlinehere  first she just laughed saying gods be not deceived endlinehere  its a masque endlinehere  i know my hero too well to be fooled by disguises of actors endlinehere  soon though in pain she perceived hercules none but he endlinehere  how those boys bacchus and mercury guffawed and freely admitted sweet must be the repose lying on bosom so fine of this magnificent woman endlinehere  they turned to vulcan entreating do not release them just yet endlinehere  let us inspect them once more endlinehere  and the old cuckold was cuckold enough to comply with their wishes endlinehere  as for poor fame in all haste burning with wrath she must flee endlinehere  since then no armistice has been proclaimed to the feuding between them endlinehere  let her but favor a man hot in pursuit is the boy endlinehere  he whom fame honors most can least defend against cupid and her most dangrous attacks strike the most morally proud endlinehere  whoever tries to escape him is dragged down from bad deeds to worse ones endlinehere  yes he will offer you girls if like a fool you despise these only then do you feel from his bow the arrows most vicious heat of mans love for man ardent desires toward beasts endlinehere  for those ashamed of him cupid reserves the bitterest passions mingling for hypocrites their pleasure in vice and remorse endlinehere  but at the same time the goddess seeks him shes watching and listning endlinehere  should find him with you ill disposed will she be frighten you frowning austerely contemptuously violently casting into the worst of repute houses hes known to frequent endlinehere  ah its the same with me too endlinehere  i havent escaped her the goddess endlinehere  jealously she seeks me out sweet secret love to expose endlinehere  i will submit to the ancient law and in silence revere her for when great lords fall out i like the greeks must atone endlinehere  however comely be strength or free and undaunted comportment secrecy is for a man most important of all endlinehere  mighty subduer of cities discretion o princess of nations goddess whom i adore safely youve led me thus far endlinehere  now though what fate shall befall me endlinehere  my frivolous muse has now opened cupid the scamp opens lips hitherto sealed so well endlinehere  difficult is it alas to conceal the shame of a monarch hide it can neither his crown nor a tight phrygian cap midas has asses ears endlinehere  the first servant discovers o horror endlinehere  shame of this secret so weighs midas unburdens his heart endlinehere  into the earth for safekeeping the servant must bury the story easing in this way the king earth must conceal the tale endlinehere  reeds in a trice are sprouting and rustling in murmuring breezes midas o midas the king bears the ears of an ass endlinehere  mine is a secret more pleasant but even more difficult keeping out of abundance of heart eagerly speaketh my mouth endlinehere  none of my ladyfriends dare i confide in for they would but chide me nor any gentleman friend lest he be rival to me endlinehere  rapture proclaim to the grove to the echoing cliffs perorate it endlinehere  one can do that if ones young or if ones lonely enough endlinehere  i to hexameters tell in pentameters i will confide it during the day she was joy happiness all the night long endlinehere  shes coming and must not be seen by the neighbor endlinehere  breezes rustle the leaves muffle the sound of her feet endlinehere  and as for you little poems o grow and flower your blossoms cradling themselves in the air tepid and soft with loves breath endlinehere  wafting betray to quirites as midas reeds did with cheap gossip one happy couple in love and their sweet secret at last endlinehere  i in the back of the garden the last of the gods in a corner ineptly formed must i stand endlinehere  evil the inroads of time endlinehere  cucumber vines grow entwining about this primeval lingam cracking it almost in two under the weight of the fruit endlinehere  faggots are heaped all about me against the cold of the winter which i so hate for the crows settling then down on my head which they befoul very shamefully endlinehere  summers no better the servants empty their bowels and show insolent naked behinds endlinehere  filth above and below endlinehere  i was clearly in danger of turning into filth myself toadstool rotten wood endlinehere  now by your efforts o noblest of artists i shall recover with fellow gods my just place endlinehere  and its no more than my due endlinehere  jupiters throne so dishonestly won it was i who secured it color and ivory marble and bronze not to mention the poems endlinehere  now all intelligent men look upon me in kindness endlinehere  they like to form their own image of me just as the poet has done endlinehere  nor do the girls take offense when they see me by no means the matrons endlinehere  none finds me ugly today though i am monstrously strong endlinehere