In Singapore, in the airport, A darkness was ripped from my eyes. In the women’s restroom, one compartment stood open. A woman knelt there, washing something in the white bowl. Disgust argued in my stomach and I felt, in my pocket, for my ticket. A poem should always have birds in it. Kingfishers,
You like safe sounds: / the dogs lapping at their bowls; / the pop of a cork on a bottle of plonk...
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Try to praise the mutilated world.
Read Bright Star poem by John Keats written. Bright Star poem is from John Keats poems. Bright Star poem summary, analysis and comments.
THE fog comes
All the preachers claiming it was Satan– And now the first sets seem more venerable Than Abraham or Williamsburg Or the avant-garde, but then nothing, Not even the bomb, had ever looked so new, So it seemed almost heretical watching it When we visited relatives in the city, Secretly delighting, …
Zeus lies in Ceres’ bosom
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It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
A poem by Rumi.
Language’s inability to express the reality of a death, and the human struggle to cope with it, are reflected in Zen-like verse
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
The palm at the end of the mind,
