Mediterranean Girl's War Phobia

Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport I travel the world Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome, Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory, I see, I observe human, nature, society, civilization, earth's form Develop feelings with the people from country to country Know their features, culture I am not self; they, you and me together; friend and brother I have nothing alone We share what we have and to what we belong;

Out Of Feelings

desert sucks upper water to store in the deep trees, plants, herbs and grasses are about to die sunshine reflects on mirages there mirages elude and mislead the travelers, travelers fall in danger laughters and howlings heard of monsters; trees distribute all the productions, yet stand still to shadow the tired travelers in mid summer and for creepers or parasites do not fall

Song Of Nature

Mine are the night and morning, The pits of air, the gulf of space, The sportive sun, the gibbous moon, The innumerable days. I hid in the solar glory, I am dumb in the pealing song, I rest on the pitch of the torrent, In slumber I am strong.

Thanatopsis

To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images

Poem On His Birthday

In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts high among beaks And palavers of birds This sandgrain day in the bent bay's grave He celebrates and spurns His driftwood thirty-fifth wind turned age; Herons spire and spear.

A Winter's Tale

It is a winter's tale That the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakes And floating fields from the farm in the cup of the vales, Gliding windless through the hand folded flakes, The pale breath of cattle at the stealthy sail, And the stars falling cold, And the smell of hay in the snow, and the far owl Warning among the folds, and the frozen hold Flocked with the sheep white smoke of the farm house cowl

Speak Gently

Speak gently! -- It is better far To rule by love, than fear -- Speak gently -- let not harsh words mar The good we might do here! Speak gently! -- Love doth whisper low The vows that true hearts bind; And gently Friendship's accents flow; Affection's voice is kind.

Hyperion

BOOK I DEEP in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung above his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass,

Wind Song

The wind whistles eerily, as the storm approaches, it gradually encroaches, taking over like some unscrupulous military machine, giving way to no one, just charging along at a fierce pace, buffeting anything that gets in the way. It cannot turn back, not once it's committed. The oncoming storm whips it into swirls of forceful energy, it is uncontrollable.

The Life Of Love Xvi

Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from its Slumber and is roaming the hills and valleys. Let us follow the footprints of Spring into the Distant fields, and mount the hilltops to draw Inspiration high above the cool green plains.

Lines Written In The Fannie Farmer Cookbook

[Given to Frank Bidart] You won't become a gourmet* cook By studying our Fannie's book-- Her thoughts on Food & Keeping House Are scarcely those of Lévi-Strauss. Nevertheless, you'll find, Frank dear, The basic elements** are here. And if a problem should arise:

Man Of Earth In Color And Art (Prose Poem)

Direct clay was turned into required elements parts, sections, groups, classes in proportion to set in every function in as pottery style, osteoblasts turned into bones to form the cage, limes were to join each point of the body veins surrounded in and out of 206 bones hard, soft, wide, length, fat, thin setting by inner limbs, thick flesh and skin strong, elastic for the whole earthly life spent.

Song Of The Flower Xxiii

I am a kind word uttered and repeated By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the green carpet. I am the daughter of the elements With whom Winter conceived; To whom Spring gave birth; I was Reared in the lap of Summer and I Slept in the bed of Autumn.

Bishop Blougram's Apology

NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ought to have our Abbey back, you see. It's different, preaching in basilicas, And doing duty in some masterpiece Like this of brother Pugin's, bless his heart! I doubt if they're half baked, those chalk rosettes, Ciphers and stucco-twiddlings everywhere; It's just like breathing in a lime-kiln: eh? These hot long ceremonies of our church

After-Thought

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, As being past away. -Vain sympathies! For backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes, I see what was, and is, and will abide; Still glides the Stream, and shall not cease to glide; The Form remains, the Function never dies; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish; -be it so! Enough, if something from our hands have power

A Busy Street

Shameless, nude always invites To outrage her modesty, Smooth and grey who would not be The victim of her charm, Pleased with being invaded Yet wishes them to lessen their intensity, In search of peace most blameless Yet always ready for retribution,

The Interpretation Of Nature And

I. MAN, being the servant and interpreter of Nature, can do and understand so much and so much only as he has observed in fact or in thought of the course of nature: beyond this he neither knows anything nor can do anything. II. Neither the naked hand nor the understanding left to itself can effect much. It is by instruments and helps that the work is done, which are as much wanted for the understanding as for the hand. And as the instruments of the hand either give motion or guide it, so the instruments of the mind supply either suggestions for the understanding or cautions.

Bomb

Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the axe Catapult Da Vinci tomahawk Cochise flintlock Kidd dagger Rathbone Ah and the sad desparate gun of Verlaine Pushkin Dillinger Bogart And hath not St. Michael a burning sword St. George a lance David a sling

Essay On Man

The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let us (since Life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate(2) free o'er all this scene of Man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan; A Wild, where weeds and flow'rs promiscuous shoot, Or Garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.

Five Senses

Now my five senses gather into a meaning all acts, all presences; and as a lily gathers the elements together, in me this dark and shining, that stillness and that moving, these shapes that spring from nothing, become a rhythm that dances, a pure design.