I know. I get that a lot.
I know. I get that a lot.
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burdens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue,
Because I would not dull you with my song."
—Shakespeare #poetry
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burdens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue,
Because I would not dull you with my song."
—Shakespeare #poetry
In my old life people would straighten
the truth, but the river
flows in curves…
The distance between me and the mountains
measures an uneven thought: I feel like an orphan.”
—James Masao Mitsui #poetry
In my old life people would straighten
the truth, but the river
flows in curves…
The distance between me and the mountains
measures an uneven thought: I feel like an orphan.”
—James Masao Mitsui #poetry
Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes
And yesterday’s garbage ripening in the hall,
Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms
Even if we were willing to let it in,
Had time to warm it, keep it very clean”
—Gwendolyn Brooks #poetry
Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes
And yesterday’s garbage ripening in the hall,
Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms
Even if we were willing to let it in,
Had time to warm it, keep it very clean”
—Gwendolyn Brooks #poetry
Without that monument of cat,
The cat forgotten in the moon;
And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light,
In which everything is meant for you
And nothing need be explained;
Then there is nothing to think of."
—Wallace Stevens #poetry
Without that monument of cat,
The cat forgotten in the moon;
And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light,
In which everything is meant for you
And nothing need be explained;
Then there is nothing to think of."
—Wallace Stevens #poetry