All Poems
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Lying In Grass
© Hermann Hesse
Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers,
And the down colors of the bright summer meadow,
The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees' song,
Is this everything only a god's
How Heavy The Days
© Hermann Hesse
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
On A Journey
© Hermann Hesse
Don't be downcast, soon the night will come,
When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret
Over the faint countryside,
And we rest, hand in hand.
Lonesome Night
© Hermann Hesse
You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief from pain,
The Poet
© Hermann Hesse
Only on me, the lonely one,
The unending stars of the night shine,
The stone fountain whispers its magic song,
To me alone, to me the lonely one
I Know, You Walk--
© Hermann Hesse
I walk so often, late, along the streets,
Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread,
Suddenly, silently, you still might rise
And I would have to gaze on all your grief
Without You
© Hermann Hesse
My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.
Current
© Anna Piutti
Fibers,
flesh. Electricitytransudes through a
sigh.Sun-bordered clouds migrate from
your eyes to my core:swooshing of curtains, temples
The Mad Yak
© Gregory Corso
I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ever get
from me.
They are waiting for me to die;
They want to make buttons out of my bones.
I Am 25
© Gregory Corso
With a love a madness for Shelley
Chatterton Rimbaud
and the needy-yap of my youth
has gone from ear to ear:
I Held A Shelley Manuscript
© Gregory Corso
Quickly, my eyes moved quickly,
sought for smell for dust for lace
for dry hair!
Destiny
© Gregory Corso
They deliver the edicts of Godwithout delayAnd are exempt from apprehensionfrom detentionAnd with their God-givenPetasus, Caduceus, and Talariaferry like bolts of lightningunhindered between the tribunalsof Space & Time
The Messenger-Spiritin human fleshis assigned a dependable,self-reliant, versatile,thoroughly poet existenceupon its sojourn in life
It does not knockor ring the bellor telephoneWhen the Messenger-Spiritcomes to your doorthough lockedIt'll enter like an electric midwifeand deliver the message
There is no tellthroughout the agesthat a Messenger-Spiritever stumbled into darkness
Gregory Corso
© Gregory Corso
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb
Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you
Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass
The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the axe
Song from Judith 3
© Lascelles Abercrombie
BALKIS was in her marble town,
And shadow over the world came down.
Whiteness of walls, towers and piers,
That all day dazzled eyes to tears,
The Sale of Saint Thomas
© Lascelles Abercrombie
Captain Well, I hope so.
There's threatening in the weather. Have you a mind
To hug your belly to the slanted deck,
Like a louse on a whip-top, when the boat
Spins on an axlie in the hissing gales?
Hymn to Love
© Lascelles Abercrombie
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee,
As théou, Léove, were the déep thought
And we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we,
Thy fires of thought out-spoken:
From "Vashti"
© Lascelles Abercrombie
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty?
Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all
The world, but an awning scaffolded amid
The waste perilous Eternity, to lodge
Emblems of Love
© Lascelles Abercrombie
And mine is all like one rapt faculty,
As it were listening to the love in thee,
My whole mortality trembling to take
Thy body like heard singing of thy spirit.
