Bătrîna scumpa mea etcetera mătușa lucia în timpul ultimului război știa și pe deasupra mai și spunea atît de bine de ce se bate

Buffalo Bill e defunct cel ce călărea argintiu-luciosul ca apa armăsar și nimicea unudoitreipatrucinci porumbei uite-așa Isuse era un

Degetele tale fac flori timpurii din orișice lucru părul tău mai ales îl iubesc ceasurile; liniște blândă care cântă spunând (chiar dacă

Când ești moartă, moartă și departe de splendidul păcat, Și sufletul descărnat jelește pe panta ultimului abis Abandonarea inimii sale într-un pat

i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is

carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your

maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn\'t

(im)c-a-t(mo) b,i;l:e FallleA ps! Fl OattumblI sh?dr IftwhirlF (Ul)(lY) &&& away wanders:exact ly;as if not hing, had, ever

All in green went my love riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn. Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling the merry deer

When I have struggled through three hundred years of Roman history, and hastened o\'er Some French play-(though I have my private fears Of

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the

34 my father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give, singing each morning out of each night my father moved

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your

because i love you)last night clothed in sealace appeared to me your mind drifting with chuckling rubbish of pearl weed coral and

i am a beggar always who begs in your mind (slightly smiling, patient, unspeaking with a sign on his chest BLIND)yes i am this person

Buffalo Bill\'s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break

a clown\'s smirk in the skull of a baboon (where once good lips stalked or eyes firmly stirred) my mirror gives me,on this afternoon; i am

Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose

In Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and Eddie and Bill come running from

anyone lived in a pretty how town E. E. Cummings ---------------------------------------------------------------------- anyone lived

my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal

the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds (also, with the church\'s protestant

gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeper firmer since darker than little round water at one end of the well it\'s too cool to be

i have found what you are like the rain (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. Wields easily the pale club of the

all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again: but winter\'s not forever,even snow melts;and if spring should spoil

all which isn\'t singing is mere talking and all talking\'s talking to oneself (whether that oneself be sought or seeking master or disciple

1. Thou aged unreluctant earth who dost with quivering continual thighs invite the thrilling rain the slender paramour to toy with thy extraordinary

a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer for a hat fate

Stand forth,John Keats! On earth thou knew\'st me not; Steadfast through all the storms of passion,thou, True to thy muse,and virgin to thy

a pretty a day (and every fades) is here and away (but born are maids to flower an hour in all, all) o yes to flower until so blithe a doer

Now I lay (with everywhere around) me (the great dim deep sound of rain; and of always and of nowhere) and what a gently welcoming darkestness

Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging

I sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at war: a conscientious object-or his wellbeloved colonel(trig westpointer most

am was. are leaves few this. is these a or scratchily over which of earth dragged once -ful leaf. & were who skies clutch an of poor how

I shall imagine life is not worth dying, if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every

lily has a rose (i have none) \"don\'t cry dear violet you may take mine\" \"o how how how could i ever wear it now when the boy who gave

as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and wrong or molehills are from mountains made -long enough and just so long will

Picasso you give us Things which bulge: grunting lungs pumped full of sharp thick mind you make us shrill presents always shut in the

but the other day i was passing a certain gate________rain fell________as it will in spring ropes of silver gliding from sunny thunder

here is little Effie\'s head whose brains are made of gingerbread when the judgment day comes God will find six crumbs stooping by the

ecco a letter starting \"dearest we\" unsigned:remarkably brief but covering one complete miracle of nearest far \"i cordially invite me to

if you like my poems let them walk in the evening, a little behind you then people will say Along this road I saw a princess pass on her way to meet

Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head. young death sits in a cafe smiling, a pierce of money held between his thumb and first finger (i

the hours rise up putting off stars and it is dawn into the street of the sky light walks scattering poems on earth a candle is extinguished