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Wol’s nephew had found a piece of torn paper in the Wood, which said ‘Truth is…’and took it back, rather wet and smudgy, to Wol.Word got around that..

‘No other life form on the planetknows negativity, but human ‘kind’..No other life form on the planetviolates and poisons the Earththat sustains it..

And now she's died, too...and mankind's selfish howl rings out -She should have died hereafter...why didn't you tell us you were going to die...?She..

We see you every dayon the newsreelsa face like the worn map of tragedylined with a life of servicethat should have ended in an honoured peaceamong..

Oh it's so difficultto love the frugalthe heartlocked in the mind.Oh it's so difficultto praise the modestthe heartlocked in the mindOh it's so..

Swaami Vivekaananda describesthe restless, vain, vindictive human mindas monkey: agile, watchful, quick to move,yet never quite at rest. And worse..

A pretty girlis like a simileand vice-a-versaso I'd sayfor like the sunlight itdelights our so prosaic dayand life is better fora metaphorwhen..

The sun's shining here,hope it is with you;the sort of dayI just might put on that new tieexcept I don't wear ties while writing poems;how about a..

3 a.m. in the dark morning of a dark night;a kneeling figure;a single candle flickering on a gleam of gold.I cannot see how great or small the dark..

They were young lovers, and seated at the table in the window;where in Paris they'd be watchingthe passers-by watching them...but no.He was silent..

Two lovers in an inner room withdrawn,and speaking much of love, as one to one;and yet their speech so ardent in its truth,not sound but rather..

Love said,I made youYour body was conceived in love.Your mind was conceived in love.Your spirit was conceived in love.I made your body to stand,to..

and right now, I’m spending most of my timeon the two matters of which I seem to know the least –love; and poetry.maybe it’s good I feel like this;..

Loneliness, anxiety, and despair,isolation, sorrow, bitterness -these the cruel concerns, observers note,that press upon our current consciousness.To..

You,slim but well-nourished,not unhandsome, dark, perhaps of Middle East descent,who's just come in the door at the speed ofa second-ring..

Who cares aboutthe weight of a lake?Who would care to weigh it?Who cares aboutthe colour of a lakewithout the light of the skyto reflect in it?Who..

Last Spring I stoodin front of the bronze statuethey’ve put up in your honouron the banks of the Nevanot far from the prison's red walljust as, half..

The cry goes up…making atheists out of believers,believers out of atheists…The answer offered from the wiseor wiser, isGod granted Man..

Straightway - it's the tone.Even; quiet but clear; is it writing, or is it talking?As if to family: you're being filled inon what happened yesterday..

She was so proud to have 'bagged' him -he'd toured the world on Dad's business;he'd 'squired'(that's the word we use -who wants to hang around the..

This winter daythe wind is making rippleseven between the stones at the water's edgeand the mist almost hides the topsof the mountainsonly I am..

January 6 is coming up –end of the ‘twelve days of Christmas’:scrape up the Christmas cards –carefulto note addresses where they’ve changed, andthe..

I love the old Greek view –within each of usthe god lies sleeping;a sweet sleep, full of refreshment,as snug as a bug in a rugor Arthur, all his..

and some other father at the clubsays, has she flown the nest yet?and it sounds so crudeyou don’t want to answer.You’re sitting on the sofa,she’s..

As one of the wrinkly-crumblies-W.A.S.P. without the sting -it puzzles me: in poetry,does one good **** really deserve another?fifty years ago ..