The Unemployed Dreamers
I pity people who are not employed at dreaming.
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Days
I have lived in the days of tigers. I have seen hot blood drippinsg off their fangs. I have lived in the days of flowers. I have seen smiles dripping off their peace.
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Poem for Linda Webster When She Is Old Enough to Find Her Way Around in the Valley of Poetry
Linda, be kind to flowers and start and rivers. Never tell lies to apples or rainbows. Trust bread and jam and glasses of ice-cold milk. Give a full heart of love to pidgeons and slugs. Always remember that people are people and forgive them for it ... and love them for it ...…
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Anyone for Kleenex?
My love is a beautifu bird way up in the sky. I'll never catch my love no matter how hard I try.
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Will My Soul Walk in the Rain?
Tommorrow morning warm spring rain will fall on my grave. Will my soul be under the ground and asleep? Or will if be out walking in the warm spring rain? Tomorrow morning I will find out.
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Something
There is something in me that finds peaoce only when it is in the forest, only when it is walking on the floor of the forest and is surrounded by trees.
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The Gentle Hunter
Yes, I, too, have hunted for love in the valley of the heart. Yes, I, too, Have gone home empty-handed, sometimes crying, sometimes just staring straight ahead but seeing nothing.
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Hurry, Young Lovers
Hurry, young lovers and love while you can. Kis and caress and love while you can. Taste and devour and love while you can. Because soon death will blow your fire out. And only ashes will remain.
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Voice from a Long-Ago Dusk
I remember a young woman's pegeon-beautiful voice dancing lightly out of a June dusk and saying, "Life is O.K. if you don't take it too seriously."
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A Butcher Knife
"Bring on tomorrow! Bring her on! Bring her on!" yelled a man drunk with life. Tomorrow came and cut his throat with a butcher knife.
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When My Soul Didn't Love Me
Once upon a sad weird there lived a girl who was my beautiful soul given form. So, of course, I loved here a cash-registerful. But she didn't love me a penny. It was very sad and weird having my soul not love me.
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In the Days of the Swans
I remember being a child in a park where there was a lake that floated beautiful white swans on dark water. I remember sitting along the shore with childehood fantasies flying around like butterflies in my brain.…
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The Haunted Heart
Life's greated tragedy is the haunted heard. In which a huge love presides. A love that cannot be resolved, that cannot fine the meaing of a kiss, the peace of an embrace. Always there is a man who loves a woman that does not love hom.…
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A Lonely Wet
Today the autumn rain was a loveley wet. Falling. Falling. Falling. And painting the house of my soul sad. Today the autumn rain made the old people seem very, very old.
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Somebody Comes to This Place
It is an old story. Somebody comes to this place and grows up in the shadows of buildings and stars and other somebodies. Somebody learns to love: to know intimately the houses of the spirit and the flest. Somebody learns to hate and kill and scream and curse like hell.…
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Cats
I love cats. Why do we love cats? I don't know exactly, but I think it is for the same reason that I love the dawn, and the sunrise, and the coming down of rain.
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Tom's Soul
All Tom's soul, a frightened, lonely, sad thing, ever wanted was love. It only wanted a woman to take it in her arms, and hug it, and kiss it, and caress it, until all memories of darkness were gone, and it knew on hugging, and kissing, and caressing, until it knew only love.…
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Love Is
Love is a hungry lion eating a deer. Love is a white lamb standing in a soft spring rain and eating baby grass. Love is a god-damn poet witing "Love is ..." and knowing all the time that love is and there isn't much that he can say about it that hasn't benn said before by…
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Always the Geese
Today geese haunted the grey of the October sky with their V and their eternal voices. What can I say that the geese didn't say as they flew in skies far away from the places where they were born and grew up?
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The Death of Time
Someday Time will die, and Love will bury it.
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