Where is that nervous, ill-bred boy Who never washed or watched his weight, Or worried who would see him pick, Or cared if the world saw him unshaved? Where is that dependant of dependant’s now, Who never chose, but let others choose, Who was always sorry for who-know’s-what, And who sought... Sign in to see full entry.
The fire in my loins have led me to the gate, To the gates of gayest feast, The Festival at Thebes. And I wear my brightest frock, The flowery invitation, And I flaunt my pearls and baubled ears, And dance to the midnight sun. The drum beats steadily all the eve, And I drink the health of the many... Sign in to see full entry.
In groves of Autumn foliage We sit, my dog and I, Watching the sun descend the heights, Tumbling into the willowy pool As autumn foliage. Billows ring on the lilied lake; The surface breaks anew; I sigh and my dog sighs, For although apart in mind We both know autumn’s foliage. Over the bridge... Sign in to see full entry.
I watch the sultry desert drift Through the narrow waist of an hour glass, And wonder who has the nerve to count the sands Which pour like sugar’d dust. a clock.... unnatural thing..... I once saw a tree tell time. I once saw a beaver shed its timepiece in direct order. Did they say, it’s half past... Sign in to see full entry.