This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration Of green fires lit on the Read more…
No longer mourn for me when I dead / Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell / warning to the world that I am fled / From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell. / Nay, if you read this line, remember not / The hand that writ Read more…
Being your slave, what should I do but tend / Upon the hours and times of your desire; / I have no precious time at all to spend, / Nor services to do, till you require. / Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour / Whilst I, my sovereign, watch Read more…
Let not my love be call’d idolatry, / Nor my beloved as an idol show, / Since all alike my songs and praises be / To one, of one, still such and ever so. / Kind is my love today, to-morrow kind, / Still constant in a wondrous excellence; /Therefore Read more…
I was hungry and you formed a humanities club and discussed my hunger. I was imprisoned and you crept off quietly to your chapel and prayed for my release. I was naked and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance. I was sick and you knelt and Read more…
The Piece of Wild Things… When despair for the world grows in me And I wake up in the night at the least sound In fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on Read more…
Meow, I lay me down to sleep I pray my bowl is full and dep If I should rise before you wake, I will start to meow’ Make no mistake