Under Blue Berkshire Skies
Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68
Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68
The night attendant, a B
U
sophomore,rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy headpropped on The Meaning of Meaning
He catwalks down our corridor
LL and calm,
In purple robes of kings,
The low-lying mountains sleep at the edge of the world
The forests cover them like mantles;
Across the millstream below the bridge Seven blue swallows divide the air In shapes invisible and evanescent,
Kaleidoscopic beyond the mind’s Or memory’s power to keep them there
“History is where tensions were,” “Form is the diagram of ...
The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands
Time was when the little toy dog was new And the soldier was passing fair,
And ...
The world is blue as an
No error the words do not
They no longer allow you to
In the tower of kisses
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
Under the blue skies of her native
She languished and began to fade
Until surely there flew without a
Above me, her young shade;
I slept "like a stone," or like that vast stone-shaped building, the planetarium
No dreams I can remember: the dark unbroken blue on which the stars will take their places, like bright sheep grazing the sparse sky
The night I s...