Everyone can travel
You live your life like it's eternal
Your everyday is just the same
You saw some pictures in your journal
That makes your heart and soul inflame
You live your life like it's eternal
Your everyday is just the same
You saw some pictures in your journal
That makes your heart and soul inflame
At Wilshire & Santa Monica I saw an opossum Trying to cross the street
It was late, the street Was brightly lit, the opossum would take A few steps forward, then back away from the breath Of moving traffic
People coming out of the ba...
Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,
Nor cricket chirping cheerily,
Living isa thing you donow or never -which do you
She had thought the studio would keep itself;no dust upon the furniture of love
Half heresy, to wish the taps less vocal,the panes relieved of grime
A plate of pears,a piano with a Persian shawl, a catstalking the picturesque amusing mou...
Living a whole life has three conditions: absorbing work which demands and brings fulfilment, a group of friends with whom to exchange minds, and a full love to be lost in all the time
Of these I have the easier two, but lack the third in lac...
OT in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, With belted seas that come and go, And endless isles of sunlit green, Is all thy Maker's glory seen: Look in upon thy wondrous frame,— Eternal wi...
The fire in leaf and grassso green it seemseach summer the last summer
The wind blowing, the leavesshivering in the sun,each day the last day
A red salamanderso cold and soeasy to catch, dreamilymoves his delicate feetand long tail
...
If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide;
If cool my heart and high my head, I think, "How lucky are the dead
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This living hand, now warm and
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming