In the cold morning the rested street stands up To greet the clerk who saunters down the world. Votes: 5
What is the poem, after it is written? That is the question. Not where it came from or why. Votes: 2
But we shall not know the world by looking at it; we know it by looking at the hovering fly. Votes: 2
Men expect too much, do too little. Votes: 0
Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker. Votes: 0
Venus knows country matters: country knows Venus: For Love, Dione's boy, was born on the farm. Votes: 0
Death's long anabasis. Votes: 0