I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned...
En savoir plusThe white mares of the moon rush along the sky Beating their golden hoofs upon the glass heavens; The white mares...
En savoir plusWhy do you subdue yourself in golds and purples? Why do you dim yourself with folded silks? Do you not see that...
En savoir plusSunday afternoon there's something special It's just like another world. Jogging in the park is my excuse To look...
En savoir plusIn placid hours well-pleased we dream Of many a brave unbodied scheme. But form to lend, pulsed life create, What...
En savoir plusTwelve o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve...
En savoir plusAt midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out...
En savoir plusI went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the...
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