I’ve sent my empty pot again To beg another slip; The last you gave, I’m…
by Dev
The wine of Love is music, And the feast of Love is song: And when…
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve…
My offerings are not for the temple at the end of the road, but for the…
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining…
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall…
Consume my heart away; sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal……
When the city noises commingle and melt With a restless something…
Quiet in the window's darkness; and ancestral heirlooms, Old household…
Good and evil, day and night. Love and hatred, black and white. Under…
