Cold winds of winter have blown far away
springtime is our time
and love is today.
Kisses and blossoms
...
Cold winds of winter
have blown far away-
Springtime is now time
and love is today.
...
I dreamed I was climbin
up Tom Roche's mountain
and high on the top
there was roses all red
...
Go strain against the enwrapping snare
and curse the silken, delicate bands
...
How sweet the romance
of ants,
how voluptuous their queen,
so clean,
...
Other than body of woman,
the grace of wine
and words that leap between minds,
...
To see the cycle,
one observes the rose,
whose roots suck on,
though all the petals fall,
...
For a strange while
I saw into far days
when you and I
will be as quiet dust.
...
The ageless sweep of suns and stars
beyond the boundaries of time,
the universes, galaxies,
forever more the more we climb
...
I asked the bobbin in his den
and warrior chiefs in shiny boots,
the doddering old, the greenling shoots,
practitioners of Marx and Zen,
...
The young ones scar
when stones are hurled
because they are
new to this world;
...
Cock on the red
to jump at the green!
Demon riders drive,
Iscariots in Chariots!
...
Deep in the night
Though other arms enfold me
I think of you
And of the dream that died
...
Body, you say, or soul,
not understanding the whole.
When worms crawl through your brain
nothing of soul will remain-
...
And there is a swirl as of smoke, within it flame, and a weak voice says, 'where are the dreams thou hadest? If they die, love dieth and there is nothing. Dream again, o little ones, to become great.')
Springtime Love
Cold winds of winter have blown far away
springtime is our time
and love is today.
Kisses and blossoms
and sweet birds of may
they're to remember
when spring slips away
Springtime is ourtime
when mating birds sing
our time is love time
and love time is spring
You are a great poet, person, a brilliant man. I miss you. Victoria
He writes beautiful! But he's a very lazy man! ! ! He doesn't want to work! ! Now he's living with a rural woman from Brazil by the name of Agripina.
What a pity how you have wasted your talents by living with the woman
Precious heart: I am reading your poems. How great you are I will always love you.
such talent querido please write a new poem