By Benjamin Franklin
PRECEPT I.
In Things of moment, on thy self depend,
Nor trust too far thy Servant or thy Friend:
With…
In Things of moment, on thy self depend,
Nor trust too far thy Servant or thy Friend:
With…
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- By Dorothy ParkerRazors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses… - By Najwan DarwishAnd what did the Armenians say?
An Umayyad monk
spins wheat and wool above us
Time is a scarecrow
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That… - By Anonymousi (feoh)
Wealth is a comfort to every man
yet every man must divide it mightily
If he wishes to … - By Anne CarsonI.
Isaiah awoke angry.
Lapping at Isaiah’s ears black birdsong no it was anger.
God had filled Isaiah… - By William BlakeCruelty has a Human Heart
And Jealousy a Human Face
Terror the Human Form Divine
And Secrecy, the Human… - By Eliza GriswoldThe naked man in the caravan
has peace of mind. He whose covering
belongs to others is uncovered.
… - By Ralph Waldo EmersonParks and ponds are good by day;
I do not delight
In black acres of the night,
Nor my unseasoned step… - By Alda MeriniPsychoanalysis
always looks for the egg
in a basket
that has been lost.
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I sample sin as if it… - By Jane HirshfieldLarge moon the deep orange of embers.
Also the scent.
The griefs of others—beautiful, at a distance. - By Jane Hirshfield
A thing too perfect to be remembered:
stone beautiful only when wet.
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Blinded by light or black cloth… - By Fernando PessoaI'm herdsman of a flock.
The sheep are my thoughts
And my thoughts are all sensations.
I think with … - By Archibald MacLeishA poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent… - By Ambrose BierceWords shouting, singing, smiling, frowning—
Sense lacking.
Ah, nothing, more obscure than Browning,… - By William Blake"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And… - By Ambrose BierceHave but one God: thy knees were sore
If bent in prayer to three or four.
Adore no images save those… - By Fernando PessoaThe poet is a man who feigns
And feigns so thoroughly, at last
He manages to feign as pain
The pain … - By Ralph Waldo EmersonThe water understands
Civilization well;
It wets my foot, but prettily,
It chills my life, but wittily… - By Suzanne BuffamThe last line should strike like a lover’s complaint.
You should never see it coming.
And you should… - By Suzanne BuffamFate piles up
On the bloody Norman shore.
If you must swim there
Swim on your back.