Why I Stay Up Late
Well, I am definitely up late. And why, I can’t tell you. Not, "I won’t tell you," but "I can’t tell you." Yet somehow, yet again, that’s what happens… And the dark is winding its beautiful spell of quiet, of...
Well, I am definitely up late. And why, I can’t tell you. Not, "I won’t tell you," but "I can’t tell you." Yet somehow, yet again, that’s what happens… And the dark is winding its beautiful spell of quiet, of...
There But For the Grace It could have happened. It had to happen. It happened sooner. Later. Nearer. Farther. It happened not to you. You survived because you were the first. You survived because you were the last. Because you...
With every step you take, this blessing rises up to meet you. It has been waiting long ages for you. Look close and you can see the layers of it, how it has been fashioned by those who walked this...
This is an exceptional piece, where every single line has a world of meaning. Each line could be a poem in itself, and every two lines could also stand alone as a separate poem. You can even read it backwards...
Excerpt from “Elixir” by George Herbert A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye; Or if he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the heav'n espy. “Snow” by Louis MacNeice The room was suddenly rich...
Poem what time is it? it is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true; or so subhuman superminds declare — not all their times encompass me and you: when we are never, but forever now (hosts...
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