written by William Butler YeatsMy love, we will go, we will go, I and you,
And away in the woods we will scatter the dew;
And the salmon behold, and the ousel too,
My love, we will hear, I and you, we will hear,
The calling afar of the doe and the deer.
And the bird in the branches will cry for us clear,
And the cuckoo unseen in his festival mood;
And death, oh my fair one, will never come near
In the bosom afar of the fragrant wood.
William Butler Yeats
written by William Carlos Williams, published on Mon 10.26.2009 at 08:57
Gagarin says, in ecstasy,
he could have
gone on forever
he floated
at and sang
and when he emerged from that
written by William Carlos Williams, published on Thu 09.24.2009 at 07:40
The Archer is wake!
The Swan is flying!
Gold against blue
An Arrow is lying.
There is hunting in heaven--
written by William Carlos Williams, published on Sun 09.06.2009 at 13:49
Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed
nose of mine! what will you not be smelling?
written by William Carlos Williams, published on Sat 08.15.2009 at 02:20
Your thighs are appletrees
whose blossoms touch the sky.
Which sky? The sky
where Watteau hung a lady's
slipper. Your knees
written by William Carlos Williams, published on Sun 07.12.2009 at 13:22
The coroner's merry little children
Have such twinkling brown eyes.
Their father is not of gay men
written by William Carlos Williams, published on Wed 07.08.2009 at 06:50
The little sparrows
hop ingenuously
about the pavement
quarreling
with sharp voices
over those things
that interest them.
