September 11, 2020

Ah! The scent of sandalwood; Drifted into my hostel room; Wickedly echoing tunes of days bygone, Of episodes, of memories; Of Home. Yes, I missed being home. The profound realm of my heart; Where I wore the crown of leaves; That shaped my resolute beliefs; Since the day I opened my eyes. Through the wistful…

October 7, 2019

Why fear lions, tigers, and bears, When the beasts of the world aren’t covered in hair? Humans who cackle, glare, and demean with their industrial reign. Humans who will do anything to cause pain. Using their gift to spit deleterious slang. Who knew words could pierce deeper than fangs

May 2, 2019

Dim vales—and shadowy floods— And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can’t discover For the tears that drip all over: Huge moons there wax and wane— Again—again—again— Every moment of the night— Forever changing places— And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces. About twelve by the moon-dial, One more filmy…

April 1, 2019

I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street…

El Mirage Lake
March 30, 2019

Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old— This knight so bold— And o’er his heart a shadow— Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He…

elizabeth mceuen smith 2 - Portrait of a Lady
March 27, 2019

Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew Of Malta I Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange itself—as it will seem to do— With “I have saved this afternoon for you”; And four wax candles in the…

Angel With Fire
March 26, 2019

By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule— From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE—Out of TIME. Bottomless vales and boundless floods, And chasms, and…

Yellow Smoke with Heart
March 23, 2019

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a…


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