O Rose! who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet; But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat,--- Kept seven years in a drawer---thy titles shame thee. The breeze that used to blow thee Between…devamı
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Kimdi o kedi, zamanın eşyayı örseleyen korkusunda eğerek kuşları yemlerine, bana ve suçlarıma dolanan? Gök kaçınca üzerimizden ve yıldız dengi çözüldüğünde neydi yaklaşan yanan yatağından aslanlar geçirmiş ve gömütünün kapağı hep açık olana? Yedi tül ardında yazgı uşağı, görüldüğünde tek…devamı
In the years when we were all children, this inclining to be alone so much was gentle; others' time passed fighting, and one had one's faction, one's near, one's far-off place, a path, an animal, a picture. And I still…devamı
The womb Rattles its pod, the moon Discharges itself from the tree with nowhere to go. My landscape is a hand with no lines, The roads bunched to a knot, The knot myself, Myself the rose you acheive--- This body,…devamı
Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single…devamı
Ne zaman aynadaki yüze baksam, bilmiyorum hangi yüz bana bakıyor; bilmiyorum hangi yaşlı yüz sessizce ve bezgin bir öfkeyle kendi imgesini arıyor. Karanlığımda yavaşça görünmeyen çizgilerimi araştırıyorum ellerimle. Bir kıvılcımın ışığı sızıyor içime. Saçlarını tanıyorum, külrengi, hatta altın sarısı olan.…devamı
Time wears her not; she doth his chariot guide; Mortality below her orb is placed. --Raleigh The full-orbed moon with unchanged ray Mounts up the eastern sky, Not doomed to these short nights for aye, But shining steadily. She does…devamı
Here I love you. In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters. Days, all one kind, go chasing each other. The snow unfurls in dancing figures. A silver gull slips down…devamı
Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, And all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below Falling on the cobblestones and the lawn. All of winter will return to me…devamı
The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, but she never, never smiles) far and away beyond sleep, or perhaps she's a daytime sleeper. By the Universe deserted, she'd tell it…devamı