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I read a rare truthin the news todayno evidence has been foundof any misdeed on the partof the politicianwell that's all right thensome may askhow..

It's said that every species in the worlddisplays one gift beyond the scope of Man.How dangerous the skies - for men, and birds -how soiled the air..

The TV studio set for a prestige productionof the sort that wins renewed network contractsif not viewers, late on Sunday night:the subject, a weekly..

Shall I compare thee to...a winter's night? ...I wishI knew what so provokes...is it me, is it you, is it us?I try from time to time, to start..

why do you hate Poetry so muchthat you slap her face in publicyet assume she'll stay with you?

sometimes i type thunk for thinkit's not that i've been at the drinkbut then i look at it, and -hell -it does describe my thoughts so well

Eden lives.. in the mistymountains, jungle-thick,of Papua New Guinea..with its community of living thingsliving in what, hunger apart, seemsto be..

Jack Kerouacthought to trackthe real Americaon the roadbut forgot to packhis full stopso lost the pointand thus didn't stop'til plop!into the..

It's a sepia photograph, taken, I'm guessing,1900,1910? The whole of it is taken up bya crowd on the move, passing the photographer,who could be..

The soft spring windis whispering words of loveto the slender brancheswhose leaves flutterlike young girlstalking of love(for Brian Tinsley with best..

you're still runningin the dark between thedangerous lights.you don't hear their footstepsany more. they may havegiven up. but chasing youwith..

There has to be a reason:dogs bite postmen.It's not just that they jump up the sofa to the windowand bark excitedly even when the postman's invisible..

A sightseeing phoenix a sign espied:'This way to the Phoenix Museum';A little homesick, went inside;Looked for friends; but couldn't see 'em.In..

A string of perfect pearlsthreaded on grey silkin a silver jewel-caseI'm keeping for somebody elseso don't open itA room of..

It was such a warm summer eveningthat the music that was promised usafter the evening meal, called to meetthe open air. I wondered, would it..

This bloody poetry writing - it's like rock-climbing -who asked you to, anyway?who needs it?why can't you be just like everyone else -admire the..

We are the innocent partyso we shall take revenge

'I wish you could see it - it's an incredible sight -there's this unbelievable river of people -like a Ganges or a Mississippi -all moving at their..

It's a book of two halvesFirst half, a lot of whistle-blowing, rule-breaking, penalties, and the ref keeping strictly to the rulesSecond half, all..

Seen from the back asthey walk along the dusty summer road, withthe sheep straying onto the verges wherea tuft of more succulent grass may lingerin..

Saturday afternoon,the air, now so hot, and streetsbusy with that slightly faster pace of personal intention,weekend plans:I remember the face from..

our deepest being is that which observes:which watches, far beyond all forms of thought,as hand and tool and all the senses serveto find and make new..

The day you went,the first primrose appearedas if it didn't know.The day you went,the blackbird sangas if no-one had asked it to be silent.The day..

Waking to the blackbird's song -insisting, so it seems, on something close to joy and praise...the sun's just breaking through the morning mist;the..

unknown; formless;eternal; always presentwho may think of it?who may speak of it?who may not think of it?who may not speak of it?where is it?where is..