a death warrant signed
with the very thing we hang onto for life
veins and arteries in a million knots
not an inch to let go for breath
the physique festers in a despicable illusion
we had clung onto with pain and expectation
I fear a Man of frugal Speech
I fear a Man of frugal Speech —
I fear a Silent Man —
Haranguer — I can overtake —
Or Babbler — entertain —
But He who weigheth — While the Rest —
Expend their furthest pound —
Of this Man — I am wary —
I fear that He is Grand —
The mind is everything. What you think you become.
The morning that my baby came
They found a baby swallow dead,
And saw a something, hard to name,
Flit moth-like over baby's bed.
My joy, my flower, my baby dear
Sleeps on my bosom well, but Oh!
If in the Autumn of the year
When swallows gather round and go -
I am as an ant
As an ant
of an ant.
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Every man needs slaves like he needs clean air. To rule is to breathe, is it not? And even the most disenfranchised get to breathe. The lowest on the social scale have their spouses or their children.
It is useless to send armies against ideas.
SPIRIT of Loveliness! Heart of my heart!
Flying so far from me, Heart of my heart!
Above the eastern hill, I know the red leaves thrill,
But thou art distant still, Heart of my heart!
Sinning, I’ve searched for thee, Heart of my heart!
Sinning, I’ve dreamed of thee, Heart of my heart!
I know no end nor gain; amongst the paths of pain
I follow thee in vain, Heart of my heart!
Much have I lost for thee, Heart of my heart!
Not counting the cost for thee, Heart of my heart!
Through all this year of years thy form as mist appears,
So blind am I with tears, Heart of my heart!
Mighty and mournful now, Heart of my heart!
Cometh the Shadow-Face, Heart of my heart!
The friends I’ve left for thee, their sad eyes trouble me—
I cannot bear to be, Heart of my heart!
I have certain strong interests that fill my life as well.
Do I Dare
Do I dare write another poem about you
Relive the happiness and the pain
That was and is loving you
Relativity of the days that flew by with joy
Now drug out second by painstaking second
Haunted by your memory
So I write again, my love for you
As evidence of the torn and scarred tissue
That is what is left of my heart
Your memory is the reality of my dreams
My life is yours but you are not in it
And my world is empty without you