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Women have no wilderness in them,They are provident instead,Content in the tight hot cell of their heartsTo eat dusty bread.They do not see cattle..

I burned my life, that I might findA passion wholly of the mind,Thought divorced from eye and bone,Ecstasy come to breath alone.I broke my life, to..

Men loved wholly beyond wisdomHave the staff without the banner.Like a fire in a dry thicketRising within women's eyesIs the love men must..

I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,Facing a sheer sky.Everything moved, -- a bell hung ready to strike,Sun and reflection wheeled by.When..

Come, let us tell the weeds in ditchesHow we are poor, who once had riches,And lie out in the sparse and soddenPastures that the cows have..

She has no need to fear the fallOf harvest from the laddered reachOf orchards, nor the tide gone ebbingFrom the steep beach.Nor hold to pain's..

Now that I knowHow passion warms littleOf flesh in the mould,And treasure is brittle,--I'll lie here and learnHow, over their groundTrees make a long..

I’ve come to give you fruit from out my orchard,Of wide report.I have trees there that bear me many apples.Of every sort:Clear, streaked; red and..

It is yourself you seekIn a long rage,Scanning through light and darknessMirrors, the page,Where should reflected beThose eyes and that thick..

Now that I have your face by heart, I lookLess at its features than its darkening frameWhere quince and melon, yellow as young flame,Lie with quilled..

All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's breast,Shed tears, like a task not to be put away---In..

Up from the bronze, I sawWater without a flawRush to its rest in air,Reach to its rest, and fall.Bronze of the blackest shade,An element..

O God, in the dream the terrible horse beganTo paw at the air, and make for me with his blows,Fear kept for thirty-five years poured through his..

There is only one thing. It is oblivion.God, who saves the metal, saves the slagand encrypts in his prophetic memorythe moons that will be and those..

Neither darkness nor chaos. the darknessrequires eyes that see, like soundand silence require hearing,and the mirror, the form that populates..

It opens, the gate to the gardenwith the docility of a pagethat frequent devotion questionsand inside, my gazehas no need to fix on objectsthat..

In these red labyrinths of LondonI find that I have chosenthe strangest of all callings,save that, in its way, any calling is strange.Like the..

A tiger comes to mind. The twilight hereExalts the vast and busy LibraryAnd seems to set the bookshelves back in gloom;Innocent, ruthless..

With lingering love she gazed at the dispersedColors of dusk. It pleased her utterlyTo lose herself in the complex melodyOr in the cunous life to be..

Oh days devoted to the useless burdenof putting out of mind the biographyof a minor poet of the Southem Hemisphere,to whom the fates or perhaps the..

Mirrors are not more silentnor the creeping dawn more secretive;in the moonlight, you are that pantherwe catch sight of from afar.By the inexplicable..

Throughout the course of the generationsmen constructed the night.At first she was blindness;thorns raking bare feet,fear of wolves.We shall never..

We are the time. We are the famousmetaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure.We are the water, not the hard diamond,the one that is lost, not the one that..

Where will be the centuries, where the dreamof swords that the Tartars dreamed of,where the strong walls that they leveled,where the Tree of Adam and..

Free of memory and of hope,limitless, abstract, almost future,the dead man is not a dead man: he is death.Like the God of the mystics,of Whom..