Be Drunk

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it--it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what?Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything

Fireflies In The Garden

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

A Song Of Eternity In Time

Once, at night, in the manor wood My Love and I long silent stood, Amazed that any heavens could Decree to part us, bitterly repining. My Love, in aimless love and grief, Reached forth and drew aside a leaf That just above us played the thief And stole our starlight that for us was shining. A star that had remarked her pain

Love Lies Sleeping

Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets to trains of light. now draw us into daylight in our beds; and clear away what presses on the brain: put out the neon shapes that float and swell and glare

I Desire

I want to have the extremes of your Love, See, how silly am I, wishing for unachievable. I don't care if you maltreat me or promise to unveil your beauty, I just want something unbearable to test my fortitude Let the God fearing people be dwelling in the paradise, For, instead I want to be face to face with you. (I don't want to go to paradise but want to observe the Divine Beauty)

For My Daughter

When I die choose a star and name it after me that you may know I have not abandoned or forgotten you. You were such a star to me, following you through birth and childhood, my hand in your hand.

Defence Of Fort Mchenry (Stars And Stripes Forever)

O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there - O! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,

Tower Of Light

O tower of light, sad beauty that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea, calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cry of the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea, wife of the Oceanian wind, O separate rose from the long stem of the trampled bush that the depths, converted into archipelago, O natural star, green diadem, alone in your lonesome dynasty, still unattainable, elusive, desolate

Moonless Darkness Stands Between

Moonless darkness stands between. Past, the Past, no more be seen! But the Bethlehem-star may lead me To the sight of Him Who freed me From the self that I have been. Make me pure, Lord: Thou art holy; Make me meek, Lord: Thou wert lowly; Now beginning, and alway: Now begin, on Christmas day.

Ah, Moon—and Star!

240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you— Do you think I'd stop For a Firmament— Or a Cubit—or so?

Sunset

Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth. leaving you, not really belonging to either, not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent, not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing that turns to a star each night and climbs-

Blue Winter

Winter uses all the blues there are. One shade of blue for water, one for ice, Another blue for shadows over snow. The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice- Both different blues. And hills row after row Are colored blue according to how far. You know the bluejay's double-blur device Shows best when there are no green leaves to show. And Sirius is a winterbluegreen star.

A Fragment

Beautiful star with the crimson lips And flagrant daffodil hair, Come back, come back, in the shaking ships O'er the much-overrated sea, To the hearts that are sick for thee With a woe worse than mal de mer- O beautiful stars with the crimson lips And the flagrant daffodil hair. - O ship that shakes on the desolate sea, Neath the flag of the wan White Star,

You And Me

My universe, that's what you are, My morning sun and my evening star, The reason for every step I take, And help with every move I make, Your voice a comfort to my ears, With arms to protect me from my fears, I'm constantly surrounded by your love, You cohere to me, like a tight fitting glove, Without you, I would a 'no one' be, For I am you, and you are me!

Under The Blue Star

Sky watching On top of a mass of green and brown Sitting knee to knee Forehead to forehead Under the blue star. Two hearts beat as one Dreams that are so high They can move mountains Enable us to leap

An Obsessive Combination Of Onotological Inscape, Trickery And Love

Busy, with an idea for a code, I write signals hurrying from left to right, or right to left, by obscure routes, for my own reasons; taking a word like writes down tiers of tries until its secret rites make sense; or until, suddenly, RATS can amazingly and funnily become STAR and right to left that small star is mine, for my own liking, to stare its five lucky pins inside out, to store

A Lonely Star

A lonely star in the sky, Is looking for a friend, It wants to die, Cause no one intend. But if it found a friend, Will he care, Or no occur.

My Star

All, that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red and the blue! Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:

A Falling Star

My falling star thou art not a fading one- I caught you quick my aesthetics my refuge thou art my all. Look at me— From my bright eyes you took my fires

But Listen, I Am Warning You

But listen, I am warning you I'm living for the very last time. Not as a swallow, nor a maple, Not as a reed, nor as a star, Not as spring water, Nor as the toll of bells… Will I return to trouble men Nor will I vex their dreams again With my insatiable moans.