1205
Immortal is an ample word
When what we need is by
But when it leaves us for a time
’Tis a necessity.
Of Heaven above the firmest proof
We fundamental know
Except for its marauding Hand
It had been Heaven below.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
(To Sarah Bernhardt)
How vain and dull this common world must seem
To such a One as thou, who should’st have talked
At Florence with Mirandola, or walked
Through the cool olives of the Academe:
Thou should’st have gathered reeds from a green stream
For Goat-foot Pan’s shrill piping, and have played
With the white girls in that Phaeacian glade
Where grave Odysseus wakened from his dream.
Ah! surely once some urn of Attic clay
Held thy wan dust, and thou hast come again
Back to this common world so dull and vain,
For thou wert weary of the sunless day,
The heavy fields of scentless asphodel,
The loveless lips with which men kiss in Hell.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Out of the mid-wood’s twilight
Into the meadow’s dawn,
Ivory limbed and brown-eyed,
Flashes my Faun!
He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!
O Hunter, snare me his shadow!
O Nightingale, catch me his strain!
Else moonstruck with music and madness
I track him in vain!
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
54
If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
1680
Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
The words
Be happy
They make me angry
For the words be happy
Do not fix me
The words
Just eat
They irritate me
For the words just eat
Wont make me hungry
-ARI
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
i am so small,
devoured by
my depression
if i were a flower,
i'd be shrivelled,
on the brink
of being nothing
but soil and dirt
and one day,
i met a boy
who promised
to water me
i promised him
that if he did,
i would grow
and he watered me
day after day,
showered me
abundantly
everyday,
i'd tell him
that i am better,
i have grown
taller
but he'd grab
my wrist,
measure me
with the ruler
i've created
on my arm
and see that
i've remained
small and
have gotten
even smaller
he cried and
showered me
with the love in
his salt tears
he cried to me
telling me that
he feared the day
that i would shrink
into nothing,
into death
he watered me
more than before
and his water
was too much
i was flooded,
drowning in
the water
that was supposed
to give me life
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC