There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs
The convoys of dead sailors come;
Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry:
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Landlord, landlord,
My roof has sprung a leak.
If I could write words
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
The animal I really dig,
Above all others is the pig.
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s played,
The red crashing game of a fight?
There's a polar bear In our Frigidaire--
Bah, bah, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
When I love
I feel that I am the king of time
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
Round about the couldron go:
In the poisones entrails throw.
Juventud, divino tesoro, ya te vas para no volver!
In England once there lived a big
A wonderfully clever pig.
And then the day came,
when the risk
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
"No animal is half as vile As Crocky–Wock, the crocodile.
The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
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