Trite phrases galore
Memory plays tricks with time
Mirages that with the years
Made believe what was unreal.
...
You will always be for me
Academically
More than a memory
More than eventuality
...
I can see the blue sky, turning delicately shades of violet and blue; soon darkness will come,
I can see on the horizon Venus appear, the brightest star ever;
The wished-for, the longed for, by children and lovers the world over
Dusk now will dimple over her shoulder at the night, gather her robes and depart
...
For tonight, thoughts will cease
For once my blood and body will try to please
My mind and its outpourings; for tonight the world
...
How many poets have these pavements known
Stepping and storming, thinking and weaving
Lines into dreams; these cracked intellectual stones
Have mutely remained still under the onslaught of words:
...
The lines to this verse came from an unknown source
Wells within wheels, wheels within wells
And sources that spring and do poesie bring.
...
I will ask the river, that flows serene
I will speak to the sky
I will ask the river that murmurs
...
There is a mystery in living
When, how, for how long and why
No need to use complicated rhetorical arguments
The devil's advocate I can play indeed
...
There was that then
There is this now;
Then, the sun-heated tiles
And now, now the snow.
...
The most beautiful rose has thorns perhaps as a reminder
That thorns prick and fingers bleed
Drop by drop, dripping
You were like that rose: the most beautiful one
...