He is not dead, this friend — not dead, But in the path we mortals…
by Dev
Black pony, full moon, And olives in my pocket: Although I know the…
Heaven is a free amusement park, Big gold dome, big gold dome. Movies…
When I returned from the town at nightfall Notes continued to……
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They…
Was it so hard, Achilles, So very hard to die? Thou knewest and I…
Talk what you please of future spring And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow:—……
Over the edge of the purple down, Where the single lamplight gleams,…
I bring to thee, night, my day's empty cup, to be cleansed with thy cool…
My old clock used to tell the time and subdivide diurnity; but now it's…
