Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Leáves like the things of man, you

With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

Ah! ás the heart grows older

It will come to such sights colder

By and by, nor spare a sigh

Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;

And yet you wíll weep and know why.

Now no matter, child, the name:

Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.

Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed

What heart heard of, ghost guessed:

It ís the blight man was born for,

It is Margaret you mourn for.

The tears clouding your eyes as the table fills
With husks, cut flesh, all the debris of pursuit.
Poor deluded human: you seek my heart.

Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine
Lies another skin: I am pure onion--pure union
Of outside and in, surface and secret core.

Look at you, chopping and weeping. Idiot.
Is this the way you go through life, your mind
A stopless knife, driven by your fantasy of truth,

Of lasting union--slashing away skin after skin
From things, ruin and tears your only signs
Of progress? Enough is enough.

You must not grieve that the world is glimpsed
Through veils. How else can it be seen?
How will you rip away the veil of the eye, the veil

That you are, you who want to grasp the heart
Of things, hungry to know where meaning
Lies. Taste what you hold in your hands: onion-juice,

Yellow peels, my stinging shreds. You are the one
In pieces. Whatever you meant to love, in meaning to
You changed yourself: you are not who you are,

Your soul cut moment to moment by a blade
Of fresh desire, the ground sown with abandoned skins.
And at your inmost circle, what? A core that is

Not one. Poor fool, you are divided at the heart,
Lost in its maze of chambers, blood, and love,
A heart that will one day beat you to death.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Fold me in your black 
Abyss, 
She will never look
In this,—
Shadows, shadows, 
Hug me round 
In your solitude 
Profound. 

So would I live in rich imperial growth, 
Touching the surface and the depth of things, 
Instinctively responsive unto both, 
Tasting the sweets of being and the stings, 
Sensing the subtle spell of changing forms, 
Like a strong tree against a thousand storms. 

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Day is at the noon,
    No thread of bow or moon;
Rain is in the air,
    Drenched and limp the grass;
I have song to spare
    Till the shadows pass.

Day is at the close,
    Faith no logic knows;
Rain-clouds blur the air,
    All the world is dun;
I have song to spare
    Till to-morrow’s sun.

saw before.

Say "please" before you open the latch,

go through,

walk down the path.

A red metal imp hangs from the green-painted

front door,

as a knocker,

do not touch it; it will bite your fingers.

Walk through the house. Take nothing. Eat

nothing.

However, if any creature tells you that it hungers,

feed it.

If it tells you that it is dirty,

clean it.

If it cries to you that it hurts,

if you can,

ease its pain.

 

From the back garden you will be able to see the

wild wood.

The deep well you walk past leads to Winter's

realm;

there is another land at the bottom of it.

If you turn around here,

you can walk back, safely;

you will lose no face. I will think no less of you.

 

Once through the garden you will be in the

wood.

The trees are old. Eyes peer from the under-

growth.

Beneath a twisted oak sits an old woman. She

may ask for something;

give it to her. She

will point the way to the castle.

Inside it are three princesses.

Do not trust the youngest. Walk on.

In the clearing beyond the castle the twelve

months sit about a fire,

warming their feet, exchanging tales.

They may do favors for you, if you are polite.

You may pick strawberries in December's frost.

Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where

you are going.

The river can be crossed by the ferry. The ferry-

man will take you.

(The answer to his question is this:

Only tell him this from a safe distance.)

 

If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.

Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that

witches are often betrayed by their appetites;

dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;

hearts can be well-hidden,

and you betray them with your tongue.

 

Do not be jealous of your sister.

Know that diamonds and roses

are as uncomfortable when they tumble from

one's lips as toads and frogs:

colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.

Remember your name.

Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found.

Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped

to help you in their turn.

Trust dreams.

Trust your heart, and trust your story.

When you come back, return the way you came.

Favors will be returned, debts will be repaid.

Do not forget your manners.

Do not look back.

Ride the wise eagle (you shall not fall).

Ride the silver fish (you will not drown).

Ride the grey wolf (hold tightly to his fur).

 

When you reach the little house, the place your

journey started,

you will recognize it, although it will seem

much smaller than you remember.

Walk up the path, and through the garden gate

you never saw before but once.

And then go home. Or make a home.

And rest.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Copyright © 1962 by William Ca

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

The story in my head forms as the ink dances on the page

Every page the story continues and every cover, a new life is discovered

New adventures are untold, Han’s hand in hold

The sky went from gray to blue as another book was found anew.

A book found in the darkness lights up the world around

Because every night another loved one is out of sight.

we don no how it works or y it work

but wee liv in it evewyday.

we cud just be like the ants hoo 

don undrstnd how lif works

but they doo what they du 

so wey and weir family can surviv.  

but sumtime the ant die 

and won day we will tu.

but in te mentime we can enjoy

ower little wurld in the BIG spac.

oll of wat is beyond us and ower concerns.

ower job is to injoy the world 

evewyday and be HAPPY!

becoz lif iz a BIG and confuzing plac.

lif iz a BIG and confuzing plac.

ewen us and ower wurld is so confusing.

our brane contrls ower hart

but ower heart contrls ower brane.

dey are jus geres in ower bodee system

lik we are smal geres in a big system we don undrstnd. 

so don stress urself abowt the big system.

ur gear works ewevyday

and help te big system run.

so don’t wovvy abowt it,

and instead com pla wif me papa,

becoz lif iz a BIG and confuzing place.

While facing the ups and down of life.

Biking up the hill can be very difficult,

But you have to get through it to enjoy the luxuries in life

On the way, help everyone, 

Anyone who needs it and anything that deserves it.

Keep all faith as you climb higher and higher,

Even if your bike breaks down, you can fix it

Even if you have made a mistake, its ok, try again and try again,

But you shouldn’t reach for perfection as you will only receive frustration.

Bike back your path if you need to,

But you have to learn from what you have already done.

Don't make the same mistakes again,

Don’t let the ones you have already made hold you back a ton.

Forgive, forgave,

Everyone who isn’t on your side.

Maybe even give them a ride ahead,

On your brand new, polished ride.

Don’t let other people’s opinions weigh you down,

If they are underneath you.

But instead pull them up,

So you have more friends to support you.

 

One day when your time comes, 

Be happy as you bike through the gates.

Laugh as you go through,

Laughing with all your mates.

Follow these instructions,

And you shall be contemptuous with your life.

Now change your bike and take it back to the path,

So you can start a new life.

I wonder why I have many feelings and colors, but humans only see white.

I hear the birds chirping as people start to see my sight.

I see the end of night.

I want darkness to flee and me to shine very bright.

I am light.

 

I imagine the world with no barriers, where it isn't tight.

I feel the nourishment I give as people gain their might.

I touch the Earth with my rays and help people write.

I worry if a black hole will come, suck me in, and then bite.

I cry when I here people demanding who's right.

I am light.

 

I understand peoples’ greed taking flight.

I say that we shouldn't fight.

I dream that everyone will be polite.

I try to say that we need hope outright.

I hope that happiness shall ignite.

I am light.