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Hard seeds of hate I planted
That should by now be grown,—
Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
A poisonous pollen blown,
And odors rank, unbreathable,
From dark corollas thrown!
At dawn from my damp garden
I shook the chilly dew;
The thin boughs locked behind me
That sprang to let me through;
The blossoms slept,—I sought a place
Where nothing lovely grew.
And there, when day was breaking,
I knelt and looked around:
The light was near, the silence
Was palpitant with sound;
I drew my hate from out my breast
And thrust it in the ground.
Oh, ye so fiercely tended,
Ye little seeds of hate!
I bent above your growing
Early and noon and late,
Yet are ye drooped and pitiful,—
I cannot rear ye straight!
The sun seeks out my garden,
To overcome lies in the heart, in the streets, in the books
from the lullabies of the mothers
to the news report that the speaker reads,
understanding, my love, what a great joy it is,
to understand what is gone and what is on the way.
In some places they say boak for 'vomit'
and spell it boke and bolk as well.
Thankfully a yolk ain't a yoke and a yoak
and baroque ain't barolk -
let alone baroak and baroke.
Thankfully a frog ain't a crolker,
the pudding ain't tapiolka
and 'so-so' ain't mediolkre.
Nipping in the bud some of the conservative
Indoctrination with your determined mind,
Knocking down almost all misconceptions or
Hearsay about the so-called weakness of woman,
A madman's humanity
of which we decry
When he has those feelings
the same, you and I
The majestic sunroof peacock
Opens the waving wings to dance
In the metal bodied reflector
Of my new Hyundai i20 car
Looks are sometimes
But baby I don't have to
Be looking at you
Above the Saviour's cross, I saw
A message plain to see,
That shared His Name and so much more
Right there on Calvary.
No time explain, no time at all for anything.
Living on the rails.
The edge of cliff with so many jagged rocks so far below.
I'm jumping I know the risks hopefully I get lucky and they miss.
मन का प्रतिबिंब - एक स्थिर तालाब
जब जीवन सुचारू रूप से चल रहा हो
मन का प्रतिबिंब - बवंडर, तालाब में लहर
Leong and I are at a party, a graduating-high-school-senior throw-down. Their school year is over, and they are ready to darty. We're at a lake house, well away from parents and neighbors.
These are the kids I high-schooled with - I just got promoted a year early. I get a lot of nods, waves and winks from some guys but none of them approach, like a mysterious inversion of attitudes has occurred - as if Yale were a nunnery and I'm a known novitiate. It's just as well, I'm not looking for a hookup.
As the night grows older
Lays naked in the sand
Wind blows so brutal hard
Tides flip-flops its rage
Hollow eyes with wax coated
irises stare vacantly at the streets;
glasses hung loose at the nose tip;
nothing going right since dawn as