O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, -- Nature's observatory -- whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem…devamı
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The natural fatness of these lime leaves!---- Pollarded green balls, the trees march to church. The voice of the priest, in thin air, Meets the corpse at the gate, Addressing it, while the hills roll the notes of the dead…devamı
See where the falling day In silence steals away Behind the western hills withdrawn: Her fires are quenched, her beauty fled, While blushes all her face o'erspread, As conscious she had ill fulfilled The promise of the dawn. Another morning…devamı
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by…devamı
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking at our delectable knocks, and I wore movies in my eyes, and you wore eggs in your tunnel, and we…devamı
Bugün kalbimi eski bir plak gibi öyle çok tersine çevirdim ki bazı şarkılar vardır cızırtılı bir yağmur gününü anlatır uzaklarda süren sarı yağmurluklu bir hayatı deniz bazen kendini kaldırımlara fırlatır o zaman bir yavru yengece bakan insanların şarkısı olurdu o…devamı
Your hand full of hours, you came to me – and I said: ‘Your hair is not brown.’ You lifted it, lightly, on to the balance of grief, it was heavier than I. They come to you on their ships,…devamı
I died for Beauty—but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining room— He questioned softly "Why I failed"? "For Beauty", I replied— "And I—for Truth—Themself are One— We Brethren, are",…devamı
+ Everything would have been easier for us if I’d been born next door to you. - Too much! I wouldn’t have loved you if you were just like me. The resemblance must come little by little.
Kuğuların ölüm öncesi ezgileri şiirlerim, Yalpalayan hayatımın kara çarşaflı bekçi gizleri Ne zamandır ertelediğim her acı, Çıt çıkarıyor artık, başlıyor yeni bir ezgi, -bu şiir- Sendelerken yaşamım ve bilinmez yönlerim, Dost kalmak zorunda bana ve sizlere! Çünkü saldırgan olandan kopmuştur…devamı