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Love Is Not All

© Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;

Little Little Man

© Alfonsina Storni

Little little man, little little man,
set free your canary that wants to fly.
I am that canary, little little man,
leave me to fly.

Lighthouse in the Night

© Alfonsina Storni

The sky a black sphere,
the sea a black disk.The lighthouse opens
its solar fan on the coast.Spinning endlessly at night,
whom is it searching forwhen the mortal heart

Love Is Believable

© Lisa Zaran

love is believable
in every moment of exhaustion
in every heartbroken home
in every dark spirit,
the meaning unfolds...

Lingering

© Lisa Zaran

it is late afternoon by the time you arrive,
the storm has already been through here.
you are not in your own element.
you are a runaway.

Leaves

© Lisa Zaran

I went looking for God
but I found you instead.
Bad luck or destiny,
you decide.

Lord when the wise men came from farr

© Sidney Godolphin

LORD when the wise men came from farr
Ledd to thy Cradle by A Starr,
Then did the shepheards too rejoyce,
Instructed by thy Angells voyce,

Love And Desire

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Rightly said, Schlosser! Man loves what he has; what he has not, desireth;
None but the wealthy minds love; poor minds desire alone.

Longing

© Johann Christoph Friedrich Von Schiller

Could I from this valley drear,
Where the mist hangs heavily,
Soar to some more blissful sphere,
Ah! how happy should I be!

In cheerful faith that fears no ill
The good man doth the world begin;
And dreams that all without shall still
Reflect the trusting soul within.
Warm with the noble vows of youth,
Hallowing his true arm to the truth;

Lines from Endymion

© John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loviliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Last Sonnet

© John Keats

BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,

Lines On The Mermaid Tavern

© John Keats

Souls of Poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?

Lines

© John Keats

Unfelt unheard, unseen,
I've left my little queen,
Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:
Ah! through their nestling touch,
Who---who could tell how much
There is for madness---cruel, or complying?

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

© John Keats

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
Alone and palely loitering;
The sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Loneliness

© John Matthew

I pause midway in the in the whirl,
Of deadlines, things undone,
And average the sadness and joys -
There remains only loneliness,
Of which I see no cure,
No bitter palliatives, no anodyne.