Onehundredeighty

Oh, God, make small The old star-eaten blanket of the sky, That I may…


Onehundredseventyeight

My mind’s a map. A mad sea-captain drew it    Under a flowing moon until…


Onehundredseventyseven

But I am laid on a northern steep With the roaring tides below me, And…


Onehundredseventysix

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.……


Onehundredseventyfive

I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch…


Onehundredseventyfour

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a…


Onehundredseventythree

Crown the hair, and come away! Hear the calling of the moon, And the…


Onehundredseventytwo

The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and…


Onehundredseventyone

            If I told him would he like it. Would he like it if I told…


Onehundredseventy

The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade…