How can you know how much you mean to me? After all the heartache, there is love. Pierce life, and you are where the angels move, Praising with their joy the mystery. You know well the cost of sacrifice, Mothering … Continue reading →
“Happy Mother’s Day” means more Than have a happy day. Within those words lie lots of things We never get to say. It means I love you first of all, Then thanks for all you do. It means you mean … Continue reading →
NATIVE moments! when you come upon me—Ah you are here now! Give me now libidinous joys only!
THIS moment yearning and thoughtful, sitting alone, It seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning and thoughtful; It seems to me I can look over and behold them, in Germany, Italy, France, Spain—or far,
THE SWEETEST song was ever sung May soothe you but a little while: The gayest music ever rung Shall yield you but a fleeting smile.
To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms, Great Love, at first sight of Olinda’s bright charms. Make proud and secure by such forces as these, You may now play the tyrant as soon as you please.
That mirror Which makes of men a transparency, Who holds that mirror And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see Of you and me? That mirror Whose magic penetrates like a dart, Who lifts that mirror And throws our mind … Continue reading →
The Soul has Bandaged moments When too appalled to stir She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look at her
Outside the sky is light with stars; There’s a hollow roaring from the sea. And, alas! for the little almond flowers, The wind is shaking the almond tree.
Momus is the name men give your face, The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle Finding a way mid mist on a shoreland, Where gray rocks let the salt water shatter spray Against horizons purple, silent.
