Car poems
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Lines and Squares
© Alan Alexander Milne
Whenever I walk in a London street,
I'm ever so careful to watch my feet;
And I keep in the squares,
And the masses of bears,
Teddy Bear
© Alan Alexander Milne
A bear, however hard he tries,
Grows tubby without exercise.
Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,
Which is not to be wondered at;
Other
© Robert Creeley
Having begun in thought there
in that factual embodied wonder
what was lost in the emptied lovers
patience and mind I first felt there
The Carnival
© Robert Creeley
Whereas the man who hits
the gong dis-
proves it, in all its
simplicity --
A Song
© Robert Creeley
And of you the sign now, surely, of a gross
perpetuity
(which is not reluctant, or if it is,
it is no longer important.
girls coming home in their cars
© Charles Bukowski
the girls are coming home in their cars
and I sit by the window and
watch.
A Form Of Women
© Robert Creeley
I have come far enough
from where I was not before
to have seen the things
looking in at me from through the open door
The Book of Urizen: Chapter IV
© William Blake
5. He watch'd in shuddring fear
The dark changes & bound every change
With rivets of iron & brass;
Song
© Allen Ginsberg
The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
To Thomas Butts
© William Blake
TO my friend Butts I write
My first vision of light,
On the yellow sands sitting.
The sun was emitting
Why Should I Care for the Men of Thames
© William Blake
Why should I care for the men of thames
Or the cheating waves of charter'd streams
Or shrink at the little blasts of fear
That the hireling blows into my ear
Blind Man's Buff
© William Blake
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes,
And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose,
The blushing bank is all my care,
With hearth so red, and walls so fair;
Proverbs of Hell (Excerpt from The Marriage of Heaven and H
© William Blake
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
Why Was Cupid a Boy
© William Blake
Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
© William Blake
Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (excerpt)
© William Blake
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
The Voice Of The Ancient Bard
© William Blake
Youth of delight come hither.
And see the opening morn,
Image of truth new born.
Doubt is fled & clouds of reason.
