Oh, God, make small The old star-eaten blanket of the sky, That I may…
by Dev
My mind’s a map. A mad sea-captain drew it Under a flowing moon until…
But I am laid on a northern steep With the roaring tides below me, And…
The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.……
I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch…
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a…
Crown the hair, and come away! Hear the calling of the moon, And the…
The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and…
If I told him would he like it. Would he like it if I told…
The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade…
