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If you’ve read136 poemsby one poetin, uh, an hour plus,which is a stupid thing to donormallyto any poetand insultingif you think that wayat least..

Night falls, so gently, from the darkening sky,soft calling us to leave all that the dayhas shone upon; from universal lightto turn to homely private..

What are the inward signs of truest love,beyond the smile, the kiss, the touch of hand,that joins our actions to the heaven above;that constant love..

The scholar, in his book-lined study, sits,walled in by printed thought in black and white;silent; by a pool of lamplight lit;now still in reading..

Up that top flight of stairswhose old, unvarnished woodscrubs up so well and welcoming,where it's so quiet at the top of the housethat even the..

a radiance.sometimes you can almost see it.those who see itkeep it to themselves ortake it for granted, asa sort of birthright, thoughsometimes..

So many centuries of Indian thought,so many saints who found their inmost soul,so much of observation of the mind,so much of consciousness itself..

Into this quiet room; with sweet reliefthe sense of oneness with oneself returns;the glorious, restless world no longer thiefthrough thought, of all..

You brought your watercolour kit.For it’s so picturesque – the smallish churchin the centre of the villagelike a mother hen at drowsy..

When you were a child, where was it? For there's alwayssome place: somewhere you go, when all you wantis just to be yourself - becauseit's all too..

Of God Himself can no man truly think;Creator He, beyond all human thought;yet questing intellect oft scans the brinkof what of Him may yet, in..

A celebration of the graceof the past, ora celebration of the graceof today?For thousands of years,the Native Americanswhose origin is so..

the stable door shakes in the cold night wind;the cattle snort and snuffle in the straw;by city wall the lanterns glint on steel;what will become of..

Do come in. I’m so glad that you came –it’s good to have someone toshare one’s pleasures and delights with.Some of my family think I’msome sort of..

Do spiders do what spiders dowith no alternative?Or can they wake up one fine dayAnd think 'today I'll LIVE!'I'll take the morning off today -no..

Is there a godsleeping in this room?even the doorhandle, gently turned,seems to speak a messagebefore the room entered, the first breath takenof the..

The cell was smaller than a bedroomor a life sentencebut the second night,the first of sleep,S. was awokenby a knocking on the walland so the wall..

Its trunk is right next to the front gateso that as I go out, there's a faint flickerof guilt and anger - next door's insurance companywant me to..

Melanin is a polymer, most often oftwo molecules with very long names,indolequinone, and dihydroxyindole carboxylic acid,which are in all of us..

Much we have from ever,much we fear from never.* * *(with thanks to a j saywell for the inspiration)

One Two Three FourOne Two Three FourForwards. Sideways.Sideways. Back...Victor Sylvester, Victor Sylvester,I thought of you yester-day, white tie and..

Here lies the graveof the very, very brave -pray mark it with a songwho died defendingthe arguably rightfrom the army of thearguably wrong.

flutter by,butterfly..no crimeto rhymeor sinto grin

Look - I can spell it - 'tongue'!Now isle never get it wrongue!And see this bottle - 'Lite' -Now isle always get it rite!

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,Till, then, methinks, how sweetly flowsThat liquefaction of her clothes!But when she dons her miniskirt, me--thinks but..