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Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies; Without that modest softening that enhances The downcast eye, repentant of the pain That its mild light creates to heal again: E’en then, elate, my spirit…
O Chatterton! how very sad thy fate! Dear child of sorrow — son of misery! How soon the film of death obscur’d that eye, Whence Genius mildly falsh’d, and high debate. How soon that voice, majestic and elate, Melted in…
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die. How strange it is that…
Now Morning from her orient chamber came, And her first footsteps touch’d a verdant hill; Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame, Silv’ring the untainted gushes of its rill; Which, pure from mossy beds, did down distill, And after parting…
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer Remember your hands; how did your lips Feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white…
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us. The light of each day, its flame or its repose, they deliver to us, taking them from time, and so our treasure…
Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still for once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for a second, and not move our arms so much. It would…
I’m coming, I’m coming, wait up, stones! Sometimes, some tone or season, we are able to be together, or to be one, to live, to die in this great hush of hardness, mother of all glow. Sometimes flowing through volcano’s…
Leave me an underground, a labyrinth to resort to later when, without eyes, without touch, in the emptiness, I might want to come back to life or to mute rock or the hand of the shadow. I know how –…
Slate clouds, bitter clouds let black threads dangle over the winter buildings: rain of stone, rain: The dense city crowd doesn’t know that strands of stones dropped straight to the heart of rock city. Clouds unload winter stones sack by…