- e.e. cummings
- you said Is
- since feeling is first
- i like my body when it is with your body
- You are tired
- somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
- you are tired
- Charles Bukowski
- An Almost Made Up Poem
- Confession
- Allen Ginsberg
- Pablo Neruda
- Sonnet XLV: Don't go far off, not even for a day.
- Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz...
- Sonnet XX: I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
- T.S. Eliot
- The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
- The Wasteland
- Old Possums Book of Practical Cats
- Robert Haas
- Margaret Atwood
- The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart
- Edgar Allan Poe
- Annabelle Lee
- The Raven
- To Helen
- Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
- No Room For Form (p. 138)
- Because I cannot sleep...
- John Keats
- Lewis Carroll
- The Walrus and the Carpenter
- Sylvia Plath
- Lady Lazarus
- Elm
- Poppies in July
- The Bee Meeting
jul 14 2012 ∞
jul 6 2014 +