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Today's Marathon Day here in London.An unpleasant image strikes me:suppose the journey to the Pearly Gateslooks just like the TV coverage of the..

Now, this ‘wild pink salmon’ thing…are they just wild about pinklike that designer with the limp wristor wild like you wouldn't wantto share an..

Yes but has anyone tested it lately?(Or Him. Or Her?)Well, wouldn’t you get fed up?You’ve sat there, haunched,for tens of thousands of years,all your..

Where do bogies gowhen you leave them be?Do they, Dr. Einstein, clingto the nostril wall untildessication overbalances the forceof adhesion against..

O the language of the thesis!O the octopus of Academe!‘As I argued in my previous book,‘Some definitions of ‘definition’ in contemporary philosophy’..

Greet these poems as you would greetat your tent-flap a wise man come from far;drink with him a cup of winethat tastes like the memory of roses;then..

Yes, there’s hope for hypocrites –hypocrite poets, who writefrom the goodness of their heartsof the good, the true, the beautiful;out of the chaos of..

If a dactyl’s reversed, it’s then called by the name ‘anapest’,Used by Browning and Swinburne for horses and wolves in their haste;Though Matt Arnold..

Proudly, fiercely, they guarded wisdom;wisdom that had outlasted fashion,the cults, the sects, the mass conversions,the messaiahs, and the..

I read about the Selfand sought itbut it said nothingI worshipped the Selfbut it did not smile at meI surrendered every actionto the Selfbut it only..

The sadness that, this afternoon,pours over me, settleslike a dark cloud, watchedas it descends, inexorably,becoming heavier as it encloses..

There is a place where significance ends -that is the place where the metaphors tireand the similes dimmily fail to inspireand the poem runs out in a..

How can you say,I never felt in possession of my lifeuntil this moment, tosomeone who has not feltthe each, the both?or, I shall remember this..

and because their soulhad found a restbeyond actiontheir spirit, freed,roamed without movementin freedomthrough the worldwhisperingof rest,of..

It’s true – ‘true love no alteration finds’ –love is a state of being, as yourself:your love is not outside, but deep within;it is not something you..

It’s said, that when our mindawakes, out of that sweetest placein which it sleeps, rests, is refreshed;in the morning; or in thoserare moments when..

It may be one of the few imagesthat last as long as the world has eyes- no shorter, no longer -the man who fell and was uniquely caughtamid so many..

The eyes of the guardwho motioned her forwardtold her he’d done thismany times beforebehind his peremptory bayonethis eyes were dead likean..

The honest man, it's said,does exactly as he says,and says exactly as he feels,feeling as if he isthe whole wide world;himself the universal..

Round about 4 a.m.when I get up for a peeor just occasionally, go to bedthere’s a light on across the wayevery morningand I wonder, is he the guywho..

You hear it said atthe oddest times and inthe strangest placesoften with a knife-blade atyour chest ora thumb expertly onyour wind-pipe ora hand..

You put up with it becauseas tiresome as it is, and as they can sometimes be,somewhere there, there's always love.He may take interestin something to..

The Everlasting ThroesOf ThoseWho Argue about Poetry versus ProseAnd about the Propriety or CrimeOf Meter and RhymeIn Poetry:as I see it, it’s back..

What would writers do withoutthe question mark?(luckier still, Spanish writers, who can begin their questions withan upside down..

It was a day much like any other.Too many letters to open right now;The phone pipped and bleeped and hissedas it recorded too many requeststo read..