By Magda Portal
I'm a sea since I could never have been a river
An unchanneled sea
of green merriments
and solitary depths…
An unchanneled sea
of green merriments
and solitary depths…
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- By Mei-mei Berssenbrugge1 Plants and rocks lay under night sky; ground is a subject of sky; the relation's a force.
I combine… - By Dorothy ParkerUnto seventy years and seven,
Hide your double birthright well—
You, that are the brat of Heaven
And … - By Countee CullenWhat if you come
Again and swell
The throat of some
Mute bird;
How shall I tell?
How shall I know
That it … - By Sri ChinmoyThere was a time when I loved
The fantastic fabrics of the mind.
There was a time
When I lived my life
Based… - By Afrizal MalnaDesember adalah penggaris yang lurus, lurus sekali,
dan putus dalam kelurusannya. Putus yang
tersembunyi… - By Afrizal MalnaDecember is a straight ruler, very straight,
and broken in its straightness. A break
hidden in its fracture… - By H.D.Or is it a great tide that covers the rock-pool
so that it and the rock are indistinguishable
from the… - By H.D.O, do not bring snow-water
but fresh snow;
I would be bathed with stars,
new fallen from heaven,
one with… - By Meredith StrickerI was thinking of some of the messages Rilke will never receive: — dentist called abt your appt tomorrow…
- By Meredith Strickerin the DMZ ravines north of the Kaesong wastes edging
south of the perfect ruler’s pink and prisoned… - By Camille T. DungyAsk me if I speak for the snail and I will tell you
I speak for the snail.
I speak of underneathedness… - By Emily DickinsonWe should not mind so small a flower
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the … - By Emily DickinsonI'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Dont tell! they'd banish… - By Irina RatushinskayaI know it won't be received
Or sent. The page will be
In shreds as soon as I have scribbled it.
Later. … - By Thomas Warton the youngerBeneath yon ruin'd abbey's moss-grown pilesOft let me sit, at twilight hour of eve,Where thro' some …
- By Zach CzaiaOpen your mouth. Your tongue,
put it out. Let it wait.
Let it wait till it is
dry and cool. Let it wait… - By Adrian Matejkabecause of want & tumble?
Because of word crumbles in the kitchen’s halogen?
No. Separate bedrooms for… - By Ellen BassWhat if you knew you'd be the last
to touch someone?
If you were taking tickets, for example,
at the theater… - By J. Mae BarizoMorning in the city and the performance
that is Madison Avenue wearing diamond
studs for breakfast, my…