A Supermarket In California

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! - - and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons? I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the

Desert Places

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it - it is theirs. All animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness includes me unawares.

Before The Throne Of Beauty Xxvi

One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivulet and the musical sounds of the birds until I reached a lonely spot where the flowing branches of the trees prevented the sun from the touching the earth. I stood there, and it was entertaining to my soul - my thirsty soul who had seen naught but the mirage of life instead of its sweetness. I was engrossed deeply in thought and my spirits were sailing the firmament when a hour, wearing a sprig of grapevine that covered part of her naked body, and a wreath of poppies about her golden hair, suddenly appeared to me. As she she realized my astonishment, she greeted me saying, 'Fear me not; I am the Nymph of the Jungle.'

Alone Looking At The Mountain

All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other - Only the mountain and I.

Lonely Moon

The Moon will shine, Without your smile, But no longer shall it be, A Moon that shines for me, Gone are the days, When you'd just stay, So close, smiling at me. The Moon is cold, So I am told,

Flying At Night

Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations. Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies like a snowflake falling on water. Below us, some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death, snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn back into the little system of his care. All night, the cities, like shimmering novas, tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Danse Russe

If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,— if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head

At Last She Comes

AT last she comes, O never more In this dear patience of my pain To leave me lonely as before, Or leave my soul alone again.

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Lonely Am I

Lonely are the nights Lonely are the days Lonely am I, in so many ways Lonely are the seasons Lonely are the years So lonely am I, that it brings tears. Lonely is this place Lonely is my life

I Must Go Down To The Sea Again

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; I left my shoes and socks there - I wonder if they're dry?

The Future

Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture Give me absolute control over every living soul And lie beside me, baby, that's an order!

Poems Without Readers

Alone But Not Lonely

Alone but not lonely Broke yet not poor Down, yet not out Smiling, but not laughing Blessed yet not enriched Hurting though not pained Hearing but not heard Risen yet not rising Old but not elderly

The Little Boy Found

The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wandering light, Began to cry, but God, ever nigh, Appeared like his father, in white. He kissed the child, and by the hand led, And to his mother brought, Who in sorrow pale, through the lonely dale, The little boy weeping sought.

Bound No'th Blues

Goin' down the road, Lawd, Goin' down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way,way down the road. Got to find somebody To help me carry this load. Road's in front o' me, Nothin' to do but walk. Road's in front of me,

A Palm-Tree

A single fir-tree, lonely, on a northern mountain height, sleeps in a white blanket, draped in snow and ice. His dreams are of a palm-tree, who, far in eastern lands, weeps, all alone and silent, among the burning sands.

Lonely Is Just One Word

Lonely is just one word chosen to represent so much To tell of feelings inside that the senses cannot touch Lonely can be in the teardrops on a bereaved person's cheek Lonely can be in the silence of sorrows too deep to speak Lonely can haunt a deserted room that Laughter once made proud Lonely surrounds you when you're alone or finds you in a crowd Lonely is heard in echoed footsteps of a departing friend

Darkness

He sat there in the streaming light, Silent, settled like the darkened night. Rays channelled through the greys of ancient gloom, Purifying his soul, natural hues of the moon. But the lonely air of the night, began to squall, His lonely life doth take its toll. Flickers of darkness enthral his thoughts, By which his mind will be mentally caught.