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AND PAIN, AS AN OWNER, COME LICK ME

We were talking and I stood on all fours
In language, a whole rainbow tears What
and questions came from the hallway slippers.

I was against, stumbling on
Against all strokes, against all the petitioners
arms against all claims of love And

dor, as um dono, Veio lick-me.

Lançam-em muscles you are brutal
office
AND PAIN, AS AN OWNER, came to lick

We were talking and got on all fours
of language, a whole rainbow tears and questions
That came in slippers down the hall I

against, to meetings
Against all strokes, against all
pleading arms Against all requests

love and pain, as an owner, came to lick.

muscles is throw me in the office brutal

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William Faulkner. 109 years. Manual Del Perfecto

I Believe That Man Will Not Merely endure: I will prevail. He is immortal, Not Because He alone creatures has an inexhaustible Among voice, But Because He has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about These Things.

I believe that man will not only survive, prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has a voice that goes, but because it has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and to endure whatever comes. The task of the poet, the writer is to write about those things.

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1

The Want to Hold is my dream, says the wise child so wise Do not Tread marks on the sidewalk. I am the world says the wise-eyed boy. I made you, mother. I sent you, honey. Take care of me or I will return to my dream.

If you look at the sun the sun will explode says the evil child. If I look at the moon, I'll dry. From where I stand by them in place. Do not ask me this doing.

The simple son went to school science. He learned how everything worked.

who says nothing is that is has everything (but does not care.) Which I dream I have not returned yet. The sun and moon rise on time. Still do not know how the machine works. I can break a cable. That's the point.

The dream is my world says the sick child. How are you I am pure linen bed. (Write in the vast expanses fatigue). I'm in your dream says the evil child. The simple son has been decorated for objectivity. He who does not say anything you have things anyway.

Desade looks through the bars of the Bastille. Has begun the slaughter of the nobles.

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This song is the essential "Live at the Sin-é," but in the more crucial (not close to perfection because it is perfect) "Sketches for my sweetheart the drunk" (which also are "murder suicide meteor", "everybody here loves you" and "New Year's Prayer". And, as the same Buckley says: "je n'en connais pas le end." Anyway, to not even bother to look, here songs in altavista.

I know We Could Be So Happy Baby (If We Wanted to)

There's no easy answer None to blame or

forgive Two cripples dancing To the end we


live with you I'm not
Not of you Not with you, Not of you
You are soft and young to me
I am the ghost who comes and goes
And I hope I’ll catch you
In the throws of one last look at the wonder
One last look at the wonder

O, God, I love you
And all the past we once knew
Some other love becomes you
Whatever else we come to
I know we could be so happy, baby
If we wanted to be

You are soft and young to me
I am the ghost who comes and goes
I'm hoping that I’ll catch you in the throws
Of one last look at joy that we’ve become

But there’s no easy answer, none to blame or forgive
We were two cripples dancing
To the bitter end we live
I’m not with you, but of you
I’m not with you but of you

O, God, I loved you
And all the past we once knew
Some other love becomes you
Whatever else it comes to
I know we could be so happy, baby
If we wanted to be

We had a birthplace in common
We had separate beds and lives

I’ll just sit here and glow
Break out the oldest pictures
Hand your ruined letters out to dry
We had a birthplace in common
And separate beds and lives
And lives, and lives

I know that we could be so happy, baby
If we wanted to be
I know that we could be so happy, baby
Yeah oh.

know we could be as happy (if we wanted)

No easy answers. No one to blame no one to forgive. Two lame dancing. We live up to the end. I'm not with you and yours. You are so young and sweet to me. I am the ghost who comes and goes, which it hopes to catch you last look at the wonder. I love you, God, I love you and I love all the past we met. Some other love is yours or whatever we wait. I know we could be so happy if we had wanted. Birth had in common. Beds and separate lives. I'll sit anywhere and I'll shine. Break the older photos and put your cards in the open until the words are erased. I know we could be happy if we wanted. I know we could be happy. Yes

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Michael Palmer just won, just yesterday, the Wallace Stevens Award from the Academy of American Poets: $ 100.000.

Sun (fragment)

Write this. We Have Their villages burned all

Write this. Have we burned all the villages and the people in this Write Them

. WE HAVE ADOPTED Their customs and Their Manner of dress Write this

. A word May Be shaped like a bed, a basket of tears or an X

In the notebook it says, It is the time of mutations, laughter at jokes, secrets Beyond the boundaries of speech

Sun
Write this. We burned all their villages Write this
. We burned all the villages and the people who were in them
Write this. We have adopted their customs and their manner of dress Write this
. One word can take the form of a bed, a basket of tears or an X
writes in his notebook, it's time for change, for laughing at jokes, secrets beyond the boundaries of language

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Happy birthday, my queen (literally, no term of endearment). Elizabeth I (1533-forever). Philip Larkin

Though I be a woman yet i have as good a courage Answer to my place as ever my father had. I am your queen Anointed. I will never be by Violence constrained to do anything. Elizabeth I

Although I am a woman I have a courage that can respond to my place as my father had. I am your queen and as such have been consecrated. I'll never be by violence compelled to do anything. Elizabeth

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You Do Not Eat Dramatically, with dragons That rear up
With My Life Between Their paws
Butchered And dash me down Beside the wagons, The horses panicking
; standards as a clause
September Clearly out to warn What Can Be Lost,
What out-of-Pocket Charger
terminal Expenses Must Be Met; normal
as a draughty ghost That's seen, "Some mornings, running down a lawn. It is

These sunless afternoons, I find
Install you at my elbow like a bore. The chestnut trees
Are caked with silence. I'm Aware the days pass
Quicker than before,
Smell too stale. And eleven
They fall behind They look like mean. You have been here Some Time. FAILURE TO


did not come to dramatically, with dragons
of those who would take my life in its claws
and throw me off from the caravan and the horses empanicados
or as a
sentence that is clearly stated to calm what could be lost,
what comes out of his pocket and must bear the costs
or as a ghost that looks
some morning running through the grass.

is these sunless afternoons where
discover that you have installed on my shoulder as boredom.
The hazelnuts are full of silence.
I realize that the days go by faster than before,
they smell different. And once you fall behind
seem ruined. There has been for some time.

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In memoriam, Naguib Mahfouz.




Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Old age
Should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, Rage Against the dying of the light.

Gentile No marches that good night.
blaze the age when the day ends.
Rebel, rebel against the dying light.

Ernesto Cardenal: "The main feature of my poetry is about everything" (do not forget that he was the best translator of Ezra Pound).

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Happy Birthday, Agustín. Anne Carson

For you, on your birthday (well one day depues) this poem by Edward Hirsch. Hope you like it. I love it.

Tristan Tzara
There is no such thing as a dada lecture
a manifesto is adressed to the whole world
I am opposed to every system except one
love is irrational and you are the reason

a manifesto is adressed to the whole world
but bells ring out for no reason at all
love is irrational and you are the reason
I am a bridge harboring your darkness

but bells ring out for no reason at all
you are a fresh wind assaulted by sails
I am a bridge harboring your darkness
let’s not lash ourselves to the flagpoles

you are a fresh wind assaulted by sails
I am a wound that sprays your salt
let’s not lash ourselves to the flagpoles
let’s not swim to the music of sailors

I am a wound that sprays your salt
ambassadors of sentiment hate our chorus
let’s not swim to the music of sailors
we cast our anchors into the distance

ambassadors of sentiment hate our chorus
they can’t pollute our smokiest feelings
we cast our anchors into the distance
we sail our boats for the netherworld

they can’t pollute our smokiest feelings
each of us has a thousand virginities
we sail our boats for the netherworld
I’m giving you all my nothingness

each Thousand of us has to virginities
CONSIF ourselves we still charming
'm Giving you all my nothingness
i have everything but this
doubter
Consider ourselves we still charming
There is no such thing as a lecture given doubter
I Have Everything But this
I am Opposed to Every system except one

Tristan Tzara
there is nothing like a lecture
a manifesto is addressed to everyone
I am opposed to all the systems except one
chance is irrational, you're the reason

a manifesto is addressed to everyone for no reason
but chiming bells
love is irrational and you're the reason I'm
a bridge that crosses your darkness
no reason
but chiming bells
you a fresh wind assaulted by candles
am a bridge that crosses your darkness
not we tie us to the masts are a wind

assaulted by the candles cool
am a wound that scatters your salt
not we tie us to the masts
not Let's swim to the beat of the song of the sailors

am a wound that scatters your salt
ambassadors of feeling
not hate our chorus Let's swim to rhythm of the song of the sailors throw our anchors
distance

ambassadors of feeling hate our chorus
can not contaminate our feelings
smoke over throw our anchor in the distance
turn our boats to the other world

can not contaminate our feelings
smoke each has a thousand virginity
turn our boats to the other world
give you all my nothingness

each
virginity has a thousand charming
consider ourselves still give you all my nothingness
I doubted everything but this


we still believe there is nothing charming as a lecture
I doubted everything but this
I am opposed to all systems except one

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The best way to insult God
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've Worked on God.

The handiwork of God
to insult God
the best way is to damage your uniqueness,
that in which God works.

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What I Wish I'd Known. What would have known.
People have only one way to be. People is only one way.
Buy it, do not rent. purchase, not rent.
Never marry a man You Would not Want to Be Separated from. Never marry a man I do not want a divorce.
Do not cover a couch with That isn't anything more or less beige. Do not cover

a sofa with something that is not more or less beige. Do not buy anything
That Is 100 Percent wool Even If It Seems to Be Very soft and Not Particularly itchy When you try it on in the store.

not buy anything that is one hundred percent wool, although it seems very soft and not particularly spicy when you try it in the store.
You can not be friends with people Who call after 11 pm

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Block everyone on your instant mail. Block all your email instantly.
The World's Greatest babysitter burns out after two and a half years. The best nanny world ceases to be the two years.
You never know. never know.
The last four years of psychoanalysis Are a waste of money. The last four years of psychoanalysis are a waste of money. The plane
not is going to crash. The plane does not fall.
Anything you think is wrong with your body at the age of thirty-five You Will Be nostalgic for at the age of forty-five. Anything you look bad in your body at thirty-five, will miss at forty-five.
At the age of fifty-five you will get a saggy roll just Above your waist Even If You are painfully thin. A fifty-five you will get a slice of fat even if you painfully thin.
This saggy roll just your waist Above Will Be Especially visible from the back and will force you to reevaluates half the clothes in your closet, Especially the white shirts. This auction will be particularly visible from behind and force you to examine your wardrobe, especially the white shirts. Write down
Everything. Record everything.
Keep a journal. Keep a journal.
Take more pictures. Take more pictures.
The empty nest is underrated. The empty nest is underrated. Puede
More Than One dessert order. You can order more than one dessert.
You can not own too many black turtleneck sweaters. never have enough sweaters black turtleneck. If
Does the shoe fit in the shoe store, it's never going to fit. If the shop does not enter the shoe, you will never enter.
When Children Are your teenagers, it's important to a dog so That Have someone in the house is happy to see you. When your children are teenagers comprate a dog for someone in the house is happy to see you.
Back up your files. It protects your files.
Overinsure everything. Reinsurance everything. Whenever someone says
the words "Our friendship is more important Than this," watch out, Because It Is Almost never. When someone says "Our friendship is more important than this," watch it almost never is.
The reason you're waking up in the middle of the night is the second glass of wine. The reason for waking up in the middle of the night is the second glass of wine.
The minute you decide to get Divorced, go see a lawyer and file the papers. As divorce decide, go to the lawyer and get the papers.
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Never Let Them Know. never let them know.
If only one third of your clothes Are mistakes, you're ahead of the game. If only a third of your wardrobe is a eror, taking the win.
If friends ask you To Be Their child's guardian in case They die in a plane crash, you can say no. If your friends ask you to be the guardian of your child if they die in a plane crash, say no.
There Are No Secrets. There are no secrets.

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Sarah Mangus. Nineteen boys. (16-19)

16 I went to her parents' house in Lexington and 89. I arrived with a suitcase and his mother did not blink. We ate sandwiches, carrot sticks with salsa. Then we went to a show at Cooper-Hewitt and shared a taxi that was going downtown.

17

I wrote fan letters. He knew where he was and pretended to interview I was there by accident. When I arrived, he had been insulted and was in a foul mood. But he remembered me. You're so-and-so-and-so as if he had been thinking about me lately.

18

was a drug dealer and sat next to each other in bed. Someone was under the bed and we tied the shoelaces. Whispered in my ear and turned his head quickly.

19

Sigueindo the advice of friends, I invited him to the Christmas party favors. I had dinner salad and green salad without knowing that there would be no more dishes. I've seen after a few times and each time I see him I have wanted to apologize.

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Sarah Mangus. Nineteen boys. (12-15)

Today is the anniversary of the death of Sacco and Vanzetti and Rudolph Valentino. You choose the mourn.

12 he was a heartbreaker and I think it was understood that she loved him. Once was more drunk than usual and kissed my partner. We watched movies together and we drogábamos. After college we are still friends and I stopped resenting the fact that we were friends.

13

For six months I sent him a heart of black paper each week thinking it would make him love me. There was a day I wrote six poems about my diairo green caps. I thought that it was barely believable that I was really suffering.

14

When I went skiing I could not eat anything because I loved him very much. We played Scrabble, he and I, and the chips stuck to my hands. He whispered to the tiles, fuck, fuck. A decade later we met at the Empire State Building.

15 for the first time I saw him at a conference, sitting across the auditorium. I gave him a pipe and he gave me a Latin dictionary dedicated ad books ... meae puellae face.

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7
spent the night in jail for beating his wife were getting a divorce. He put his hand in his new direction and made me promise to call him. I was afraid of his solitude, and I wondered if I would ask me to marry him.

8
was in Oklahoma. He had gray hair and was depressed. We saw half a movie and told me to tell me mood to lift his head.

9
He was the lover of my friend and I liked her body. I went down a bottle of vodka for my friends. Lying with my friend's girlfriend I heard the things I said. 're beautiful, you're so beautiful ...

10
was drinking too much sangria. In his room he struggled with a broken stereo. Two years ago I told a story about the best line he had heard. I apologized to end the party but I do not remember having heard him.

11
I was wearing a three piece suit. He knelt on the floor in front of me. Later in his room he sat on the railing and leaned forward and kissed me. Then left.

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Sarah Mangus. Nineteen boys. (1-6)

1
He helped me find a seller Chinatown buses sold small metal. I did not think I was in love with him until one night we were lying in bed talking, his arm around my chest. New Year's Eve we went to different parties and when I got home I found a letter on the bed. miss being with you tonight ...

2
He was the first with which I danced together if not Tell the stranger who asked me to dance at a bar mitzvah. I did not stop speaking until the song ended and then he said thanks . This is the beginning of something , I have thought.

3
I said yes to dance but then made me feel ashamed as if I had taken advantage of it. The Fourth of July we sat on the roof to watch fireworks. It was cold and stuck my arm into the sleeve of his jacket.

4
played pinball and he insisted on paying, saying I know how to make a girl have a good . In the spring we were sitting in the garden.

5

I was the only girl in my class in linguistics. someone asked me if I wanted to dine at the Russian restaurant. We agreed to walk to the riverbank. Years later, I saw him in front of a huge propaganda balloon.

6

I was a freshman and practiced the night before he had to say. Class was in his office in the library with two others. I quoted to him he was the only oorque trusted.

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Wallace Stevens. Sunday Morning y 8.


8 She hears, upon water Without That Sound That
A voice cries, 'The tomb in Palestine Is Not
the porch of spirits lingering.
It is the grave of Jesus, Where I lay. "
We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old dependency of
day and night, Or island
solitude, unsponsored, free,
Of That wide water, inescapable. Deer walk upon
Our mountains, and the quail Whistle about us
Their spontaneous cries;
Sweet berries ripen in the wilderness;
And, in the isolation of the sky,
At evening, casual Flocks of pigeons make Ambiguous undulations as
They sink, Downward to darkness
, on extended wings.

8
no sound on the waters
she hears a voice shouting, 'The tomb in Palestine
is not a porch for the spirits to be delayed.
is the tomb where Jesus lay. "
We live in an old chaos of the sun,
or old dependency of day and night,
or in the solitude of the island, unsponsored, free,
that wide water, the that does not leak.
deer walking in the mountains and the quail whistles
us their spontaneous cries,
sweet berries that ripen in
forests and in the solitude of the sun,
in the afternoon, flocks of pigeons
ambigui undulate as if it sank,
into the darkness with its wings outstretched.

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Wallace Stevens. Sunday Morning. 7.

7
Supple and turbulent, a ring of men Shall chant in orgy
on a summer morn Their boisterous devotion
to the sun,
Not as a god, as a god But Might Be,
Naked Among Them , like a savage source. Their chant
Shall Be a chant of paradise, Out of Their Blood
, Returning to the sky;
And in Their chant shall "enter, voice by voice, The windy lake
Wherein Their lord delights,
The trees, like seraphim, and echoing hills, That choir
long Afterward Among Themselves.
Shall They know well the heavenly fellowship Of men
That perish and of summer morn.
And whence and whither They Came They Shall go The dew upon Their
feel Shall manifest.

7
swollen and turbulent, a ring of men
chant in orgy on a summer morning
exaggerated with a devotion to the sun,
not as a god, but, like a god,
naked among them, like a savage source .
Her singing is like a song of paradise
to leave the blood and return
heaven and come in song, word of mouth,
Lake wind their lord delights,
trees, like seraphim, and echoing hills, this chorus
including much much después.Sabrán
heavenly community of men that perish and of summer morn.
And there shall come and march
withered and manifested in his foot spray.

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Wallace Stevens. Sunday Morning. 6.






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6
Is there no change of death in paradise?
Does ripe fruit never fall? Or do the boughs
Hang always heavy in that perfect sky,
Unchanging, yet so like our perishing earth,
With rivers like our own that seek for seas
They never find, the same receding shores
That never touch with inarticulate pang?
Why set pear upon those river-banks
Or spice the shores with odors of the plum?
Alas, that they should wear our colors there, The silken weavings
of Our afternoons, And pick the strings
of Our insipid Lutes!
Death is the mother of beauty, mystical, Within
Whose burning bosom we devise Our earthly mothers waiting
, sleeplessly.

6
there no change of death in paradise?
Never ripe fruit falls? Or do you always hang ESDP
branches in the perfect sky,
immutable, like our perishing earth, With rivers like
our
looking the sea are not the same evasive
costs that never touch with inarticulate member? Why
the bulb sits in a bank or da aroma
coasts with plum?
Oh, should carry our colors there,
silk fabrics of our evenings,
and pluck the strings of our insipid lutes.
Death is the mother of beauty, mystical, in that outbreak
burning exist,
our earthly mothers waiting, sleepless.

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Wallace Stevens. Sunday Morning. 5

5
She says, 'But I still feel in Contentment
The Need of Some Imperishable bliss. "
Death is the mother of beauty; Henco from her, Alone
, Shall come to fulfillment
Our Dreams and Our Desires. Although she strews the leaves Of sure obliteration
on Our paths, The path sick sorrow
Took, The Many Paths Where triumph rang
ITS brassy phrase, or love Whispered a little out
of tenderness, She Makes
the willow shiver in the sun For maidens
Who Were wont to sit and gaze Upon the grass
, Relinquished to Their feet. She
you cause boys to pile new plums and pears On Disregard
plate. The maidens taste And stray impassioned
Littering in the leaves.

5
She said 'but I still feel such joy
the need for a pleasure that will not perish. "
Death is the mother of beauty, only it will
completeness
our dreams and desires. Although shake the leaves from oblivion
safe on our roads, the road
went off sick, a lot on that success
played his sentence of metal or very nearly whispered
love sweetness,
she makes the sun shine willow
the ladies who did not want to sit and watch the grass
, delivered at his feet.
She makes the boys pile new plums and pears on a plate
neglected. The lady proved
and passion are full of discarded leaves.

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Wallace Stevens. Sunday morning. 4

4
She says, 'I am content When wakened birds, Before They
fly, test the reality Of misty fields
, by Their sweet questionings;
But when to the birds Are Gone, warm and Their fields
Return no more, where, Then, Is Paradise? "
There Is Not Any haunt of prophecy,
Nor Any old chimera of the grave,
Neither the golden underground, north isle
Melodious, Where Spirits Gat Them Home,
Nor visionary south, north cloudy palm
Remote on heaven's hill, That has hardened
Endures As April's green, or will endure Like her remembrance of
Awakened birds, Or her desire
for June and evening, tipped By the consummation
of the swallow's wings.

4
She said 'I am happy when the birds awakened, the lasso
before the flight, examine the reality of the fields
haze with candy questions;
but when the birds leave and not return and more
their warm fields, where is heaven? "
No hint of prophecy here,
or any of that chimera of the grave,
or gold under the earth, nor the sweet
island where the spirits live,
not a visionary south, nor cloudy palm between remote
on the hill of heaven and remained vegetables remain
as April or remain
as his memory of the birds that wake
or her desire for June and evening,
encouraged by the consummation of the bird's wings.

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Wallace Stevens. Sunday Morning. 3.


3 Jove in the clouds Had His inhuman birth.
No mother suckles him, no sweet land gave
Large-mannered motions to his mythy mind.
He moved among us, as a muttering king,
Magnificent, would move among his kinds,
Until our blood, commingling, virginal,
With heaven, brought such requital to desire
The very hinds discerned it, in a star.
Shall our blood fail? Or shall it come to be
The blood of paradise? And shall the earth
Seem all of paradise that we shall know?
The sky will be much friendlier then than now,
A part of labor and a part of pain,
And next in glory to enduring love,
Not this dividing and indifferent blue.

3
Iove en las nubes tiene su nacimiento inhumano.
No hubo madre que lo amamantara no sweet land gave
movement of large mythical modes
to mind. He moved among us like a king
silent, magnificent, would move among his peers
Until our blood, come, virginal,
with heaven, brought such a condition to wish
the same time discerning a star.
Do you fail our blood? Or will become
The blood of paradise? "And the earth will be like paradise
all we know?
The sky will be much friendlier then than now,
partly work, partly penalty following
and glory to endure love,
not matter whether this blue divide.

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Wallace Stevens. Sunday Morning. 2.

2
Why should she give her bounty to the dead?
What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch.
These are the measure destined for her soul.


2
Why should deliver their booty to the dead?
What is divinity if it can only come
in silent shadows and in dreams?
Can not find in comforts of the sun,
the pungent fruit and bright green wings, or something
any balm or beauty of the land,
things that can party like a thought of heaven?
she must live in the divinity of rain
passions or moods in falling snow,
crying in the wilderness or
unnecessary delays when the forest blooms, emotions
on wet roads on autumn nights. All the pleasures
and penalties, recalling the outbreak
summer and winter branch.
Those are the measure to his soul.