Away, ye muses, all away!

Away with songs of finch and fay.

Away the jaundiced sight

That magnifies the firefly’s light

To bonfire bright;

That sets ablaze at once

My musing’s dimly burning lamps;

That ornaments with rhymes

The penury-stricken looks betimes;

That over-clothes the logic – lord

With fancy –swollen words.

Away, the partial love

That ‘boldens Nature to sit above

Her Maker!



This day I fasten eyelid doors,

With absence wax my ears,

With languorous peace congeal

My tongue, my touch, my tears *

That I within may pore

Upon the things behind, ahead,

In the darkness round me spread.

I lock Dame Nature out

With all her fickle rout.



Somewhere here,

In the darkness drear,

I myself with cheer

My course will steer

In the path

E’er sought by all:

Its magnet call

I hear.



Not hear, not here,

Apollo would his burning chariot steer;

Nor Diana dare to peep

Into the sacred silence deep.



Not here, not here,

Not far or near

Can mounts or rebel waves

E’er make me full of fear;

Nor evermore

Their dreadful grandeur to adore.



Not here, not here

The soft capricious wiles of flowers;

Nor swarming storm clouds’ sweeping terror,

Dishevelling the trees

And light-haired skies;

Nor doomsday’s thunderous roar,

Dismantling earth and stars-

The cosmic beauties all to mar –

Not Nature’s murderous mutiny,

Nor man’s exploding destiny

Can touch me here.



Not here, not here:

Through mind’s strong iron bars,

Not gods or goblins, men or nature,

Without my pass dare enter.



I look behind, ahead –

On naught but darkness tread.

In wrath I strike, and set the dark ablaze

With the immortal spark of thought,

By friction-process brought

Of concentration

And distraction.

The darkness burns

With a million tongues;

And now I spy

All past, all distant things, as nigh.



I smile serene

As I expose to gaze.

In wisdom’s brilliant blaze,

All charms of the Hidden Home Unseen:

The Home of Nature’s birth,

The planets’ moulding hearth,

The factory whence all forms or fairies start,

The bards, colossal minds, and hearts,

The gods and all,

And all, and all!



Away, away

With all the lightsome lays!

Oh, now will I portray

In humble way,

And try to lisp, if only in half truths,

Of wordless charms of Thee Unseen,

To whom Dame Nature owes her nature

   and her sheen.

knowing furnace heat,
not the inferno beneath.

playing cat and mouse,
not cheetah and thom's gazelle,
but knowing the chase,
the atomic shiver:
it boldens
the least brave.

Sweating out pain,
but not until it throttles
the *****.

It's night time again, and I'm thinking about you, again. That's what makes me sad, you went from a new person to a known emotion and then you turned into a forgotten memory, not even a whole memory you're fractured, broken into small pieces that my brain can't put together, therefore I remember your smile but can't remember how I made you laugh, I remember your tears but god knows I don't know how I made you cry, I remember your voice but it seems to me like you never said my name, because that memory is gone, along with your eyes color, haircut and chubby cheeks, along with the shape of your hands the step of your feet and the way your chest breathes, along with the way you say I love you and the way you hug me, all gone, but unlike the others you didn't leave your place empty, no you were kind enough to leave behind new memories, I now remember the way you scream, how your frown boldens your eyebrows and how your voice gets louder when you argue, I now remember how you like to hold things and throw them outta anger, or how you laugh then cry then scream then get silent all in that order, yeah you were kind enough to leave me those behind yet I can help but to wish you left without any gifts to remind me of you, I wish you just left like the rest, no heads up, no idea how to tell me, no clue why, you see I used to hate that, the way they leave without telling like I'm a child whom family don't want but now I understand it's mercy, mercy because after awhile I forget, after a while I forgive, at least after a while I understand, but your kindness still leaves me with hatred towards you, or myself, your kindness still leaves me with regrets, your kindness still leaves me with what ifs
What if I apologized
What if I treated you better
What if I was better
What if I screamed too
What if I was worse
What if I left first
What if I left first
What if I left first, what if I left without a notice, without a letter, without a text, what if I packed my blue jeans, my white shirt, my toothbrush and just left, what then, would you understand I did it for the both of us, would you understand I had mercy, would you understand I cared about you even as I took those last four steps through the door, those one, two, three, four steps that got me out of your life, something is always funny with how easy it was, one, two, three, four, that's all took, yet I'm still afraid of those four steps, I'm still hurt you walked those four steps, did it feel as easy as I thought it would be, did it go one two three four? Or did it go something more like four. Four. Four. Four.? Did you want to leave as fast as you can? Did you doubt yourself at the second step? Maybe third? What about the last one? No? Of course not what am I thinking, because if you did you'd still be here, leaving new memories, but you're not, you're there, there where I can't see you, hear you, or remember you, you're there, and I'm here, and that's far away from where we were.