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twinkle twinkle little star how i wonder what you are up above the world so high like a diamond in the sky when the blazing sun is gone when he nothing shines upon then you show your little light twinkle twinkle all the night then the traveller in the dark thanks you for your tiny spark he could not see which way to go if you did not twinkle so in the dark blue sky you keep and often through my curtains peep for you never shut your eye ‘till the sun is in the sky as your bright and tiny spark lights the traveller in the dark though i know not what you are twinkle twinkle little star twinkle twinkle little star how i wonder what you are up above the world so high like a diamond in the sky twinkle twinkle little star how i wonder what you are how i wonder what you are | 0 |
betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took and each doth good turns now unto the other when that mine eye is famishd for a look or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother with my loves picture then my eye doth feast and to the painted banquet bids my heart another time mine eye is my hearts guest and in his thoughts of love doth share a part so either by thy picture or my love thy self away art present still with me for thou not farther than my thoughts canst move and i am still with them and they with thee or if they sleep thy picture in my sight awakes my heart to hearts and eyes delight | 0 |
so oft have i invoked thee for my muse and found such fair assistance in my verse as every alien pen hath got my use and under thee their poesy disperse thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to sing and heavy ignorance aloft to fly have added feathers to the learneds wing and given grace a double majesty yet be most proud of that which i compile whose influence is thine and born of thee in others works thou dost but mend the style and arts with thy sweet graces graced be but thou art all my art and dost advance as high as learning my rude ignorance | 0 |
or i shall live your epitaph to make or you survive when i in earth am rotten from hence your memory death cannot take although in me each part will be forgotten your name from hence immortal life shall have though i once gone to all the world must die the earth can yield me but a common grave when you entombed in mens eyes shall lie your monument shall be my gentle verse which eyes not yet created shall oerread and tongues to be your being shall rehearse when all the breathers of this world are dead you still shall live such virtue hath my pen where breath most breathes even in the mouths of men | 0 |
the farmer in the dell the farmer in the dell heighhothe derryo the farmer in the dell the farmer takes a wife the farmer takes a wife heighho the derryo the farmer takes a wife the wife takes the child the wife takes the child heighho the derryo the wife takes the child the child takes the nurse the child takes the nurse heighho the derryo the child takes the nurse the nurse takes the cow the nurse takes the cow heighho the derryo the nurse takes the cow the cow takes the dog the cow takes the dog heighho the derryo the cow takes the dog the dog takes the cat the cow takes the dog heighho the derryo the cow takes the dog the cat takes the mouse the cat takes the mouse heighho the derryo the cat takes the mouse the mouse takes the cheese the mouse takes the cheese heighho the derryo the mouse takes the cheese the cheese stands alone the cheese stands alone heighho the derryo the cheese stands alone | 1 |
she’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes when she comes she’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes she’ll be coming ’round the mountain she’ll be coming ’round the mountain she’ll be coming ’round the mountain when she comes she’ll be huffin’ and apuffin’… oh we’ll all come out to meet her … we will kill the old red rooster… she’ll be wearing pink pajamas… plus some bawdy ones everybody asks her did she come everybody asks her did she come they wouldn’t have to mention if they only paid attention everybody asks her did she come she’s got a lovely titillating smile she’s got a lovely titillating smile she’s got a lovely titi she’s got a lovely titi she’s got a lovely titillating smile she’s got a lovely bottom set of teeth she’s got a lovely bottom set of teeth she’s got a lovely bottom she’s got a lovely bottom she’s got a lovely bottom set of teeth | 1 |
o from what power hast thou this powerful might with insufficiency my heart to sway to make me give the lie to my true sight and swear that brightness doth not grace the day whence hast thou this becoming of things ill that in the very refuse of thy deeds there is such strength and warrantise of skill that in my mind thy worst all best exceeds who taught thee how to make me love thee more the more i hear and see just cause of hate o though i love what others do abhor with others thou shouldst not abhor my state if thy unworthiness raised love in me more worthy i to be beloved of thee | 0 |
you know orion always comes up sideways throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains and rising on his hands he looks in on me busy outdoors by lanternlight with something i should have done by daylight and indeed after the ground is frozen i should have done before it froze and a gust flings a handful of waste leaves at my smoky lantern chimney to make fun of my way of doing things or else fun of orions having caught me has a man i should like to ask no rights these forces are obliged to pay respect to so brad mclaughlin mingled reckless talk of heavenly stars with huggermugger farming till having failed at huggermugger farming he burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope to satisfy a lifelong curiosity about our place among the infinities what do you want with one of those blame things i asked him well beforehand dont you get one dont call it blamed there isnt anything more blameless in the sense of being less a weapon in our human fight he said ill have one if i sell my farm to buy it there where he moved the rocks to plow the ground and plowed between the rocks he couldnt move few farms changed hands so rather than spend years trying to sell his farm and then not selling he burned his house down for the fire insurance and bought the telescope with what it came to he had been heard to say by several the best thing that were put here fors to see the strongest thing thats given us to see withs a telescope someone in every town seems to me owes it to the town to keep one in littleton it might as well be me after such loose talk it was no surprise when he did what he did and burned his house down mean laughter went about the town that day to let him know we werent the least imposed on and he could waitwed see to him tomorrow but the first thing next morning we reflected if one by one we counted people out for the least sin it wouldnt take us long to get so we had no one left to live with for to be social is to be forgiving our thief the one who does our stealing from us we dont cut off from coming to church suppers but what we miss we go to him and ask for he promptly gives it back that is if still uneaten unworn out or undisposed of it wouldnt do to be too hard on brad about his telescope beyond the age of being given one for christmas gift he had to take the best way he knew how to find himself in one well all we said was he took a strange thing to be roguish over some sympathy was wasted on the house a good oldtimer dating back along but a house isnt sentient the house didnt feel anything and if it did why not regard it as a sacrifice and an oldfashioned sacrifice by fire instead of a newfashioned one at auction out of a house and so out of a farm at one stroke of a match brad had to turn to earn a living on the concord railroad as underticketagent at a station where his job when he wasnt selling tickets was setting out up track and down not plants as on a farm but planets evening stars that varied in their hue from red to green he got a good glass for six hundred dollars his new job gave him leisure for stargazing often he bid me come and have a look up the brass barrel velvet black inside at a star quaking in the other end i recollect a night of broken clouds and underfoot snow melted down to ice and melting further in the wind to mud bradford and i had out the telescope we spread our two legs as we spread its three pointed our thoughts the way we pointed it and standing at our leisure till the day broke said some of the best things we ever said that telescope was christened the starsplitter because it didnt do a thing but split a star in two or three the way you split a globule of quicksilver in your hand with one stroke of your finger in the middle its a starsplitter if there ever was one and ought to do some good if splitting stars sa thing to be compared with splitting wood weve looked and looked but after all where are we do we know any better where we are and how it stands between the night tonight and a man with a smoky lantern chimney how different from the way it ever stood | 0 |
from you have i been absent in the spring when proud pied april dressed in all his trim hath put a spirit of youth in every thing that heavy saturn laughed and leapt with him yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell of different flowers in odour and in hue could make me any summers story tell or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew nor did i wonder at the lilys white nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose they were but sweet but figures of delight drawn after you you pattern of all those yet seemed it winter still and you away as with your shadow i with these did play | 0 |
when in the chronicle of wasted time i see descriptions of the fairest wights and beauty making beautiful old rhyme in praise of ladies dead and lovely knights then in the blazon of sweet beautys best of hand of foot of lip of eye of brow i see their antique pen would have expressed even such a beauty as you master now so all their praises are but prophecies of this our time all you prefiguring and for they looked but with divining eyes they had not skill enough your worth to sing for we which now behold these present days have eyes to wonder but lack tongues to praise | 0 |
if my dear love were but the child of state it might for fortunes bastard be unfathered as subject to times love or to times hate weeds among weeds or flowers with flowers gathered no it was builded far from accident it suffers not in smiling pomp nor falls under the blow of thralled discontent whereto th inviting time our fashion calls it fears not policy that heretic which works on leases of shortnumberd hours but all alone stands hugely politic that it nor grows with heat nor drowns with showers to this i witness call the fools of time which die for goodness who have lived for crime | 0 |
in loving thee thou knowst i am forsworn but thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing in act thy bedvow broke and new faith torn in vowing new hate after new love bearing but why of two oaths breach do i accuse thee when i break twenty i am perjured most for all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee and all my honest faith in thee is lost for i have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness oaths of thy love thy truth thy constancy and to enlighten thee gave eyes to blindness or made them swear against the thing they see for i have sworn thee fair more perjured eye to swear against the truth so foul a lie | 0 |
on top of old smokey all covered with snow i lost my true lover from courtin’ too slow from courtin’ too slow dear from courtin’ too slow i lost my true lover from courtin’ too slow on top of old smokey i went for to weep for a falsehearted lover is worse than a thief is worse than a thief dear is worse than a thief for a falsehearted lover is worse than a thief for a thief he will rob you of all that you have but a falsehearted lover will send you to your grave will send you to your grave dear will send you to your grave but a falsehearted lover will send you to your grave he’ll hug you and kiss you and tell you more lies than the ties of the railroad or the stars in the skies the stars in the skies dear the stars in the skies he’ll tell you more lies dear than the stars in the skies | 0 |
the woman is fragile a delicate flower in need of protection and care her place is at home in love and pain serving and soothing her beloved her destiny is to be a wife and mother selfless and submissive to her lord she is the mistress of the household the sweet queen whose fervent duty is to please and satisfy her role is to be beautiful and modest pleasing with her body and her gaze she is the muse the poets inspiration exalted and idealized endlessly the woman is gentle tender and docile always ready to forgive and understand she is the essence of sweetness and love willing to do anything for her man let the woman be beautiful but not intelligent let her place always be behind the man let her be submissive and obedient fulfilling her role without questioning thus is the woman fragile and sensitive dependent on the man to find fulfillment her destiny is to serve love and embrace without ever daring to question or object | 1 |
jingle bells batman smells robin laid an egg batmobile lost a wheel and joker got away dashing through the snow in a onehorse sloping sleigh joker’s on the go laughing all the way the bells on penguins ring make riddler wanna fight twoface wants to flip a coin and sing this song tonight jingle bells batman smells robin laid an egg batmobile lost a wheel and joker got away | 0 |
rain rain go away come again another day little arthur wants to play rain rain go away | 0 |
ring a ring o’ roses a pocketful of posies atishoo atishoo we all fall down the king has sent his daughter to fetch a pail of water atishoo atishoo we all fall down the bird upon the steeple sits high above the people atishoo atishoo we all fall down the cows are in the meadow lying fast asleep atishoo atishoo we all get up again | 0 |
one for sorrow two for joy three for a girl four for a boy five for silver six for gold seven for a secret never to be told eight for a wish nine for a kiss ten for a bird you must not miss one for sorrow two for mirth three for a wedding and four for death | 0 |
peter peter pumpkin eater had a wife but couldnt keep her he put her in a pumpkin shell and there he kept her very well peter peter pumpkin eater had another and didnt love her peter learned to read and spell and then he loved her very well | 1 |
cobbler cobbler mend my shoe get it done by half past two half past two is much too late get it done by half past eight stitch it up and stitch it down and i’ll give you half a crown | 0 |
one of my wishes is that those dark trees so old and firm they scarcely show the breeze were not as twere the merest mask of gloom but stretched away unto the edge of doom i should not be withheld but that some day into their vastness i should steal away fearless of ever finding open land or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand i do not see why i should eer turn back or those should not set forth upon my track to overtake me who should miss me here and long to know if still i held them dear they would not find me changed from him they knew only more sure of all i thought was true | 0 |
the man in the moon came tumbling down and asked his way to norwich he went by the south and burned his mouth while supping cold plum porridge the north wind doth blow and we shall have snow and what will poor robin do then poor thing he’ll sit in a barn and keep himself warm and hide his head under his wing poor thing | 0 |
i sing the body electric the armies of those i love engirth me and i engirth them they will not let me off till i go with them respond to them and discorrupt them and charge them full with the charge of the soul was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves and if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead and if the body does not do fully as much as the soul and if the body were not the soul what is the soul the love of the body of man or woman balks account the body itself balks account that of the male is perfect and that of the female is perfect the expression of the face balks account but the expression of a wellmade man appears not only in his face it is in his limbs and joints also it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists it is in his walk the carriage of his neck the flex of his waist and knees dress does not hide him the strong sweet quality he has strikes through the cotton and broadcloth to see him pass conveys as much as the best poem perhaps more you linger to see his back and the back of his neck and shoulderside the sprawl and fulness of babes the bosoms and heads of women the folds of their dress their style as we pass in the street the contour of their shape downwards the swimmer naked in the swimmingbath seen as he swims through the transparent greenshine or lies with his face up and rolls silently to and from the heave of the water the bending forward and backward of rowers in rowboats the horseman in his saddle girls mothers housekeepers in all their performances the group of laborers seated at noontime with their open dinnerkettles and their wives waiting the female soothing a child the farmers daughter in the garden or cowyard the young fellow hoeing corn the sleighdriver driving his six horses through the crowd the wrestle of wrestlers two apprenticeboys quite grown lusty goodnatured nativeborn out on the vacant lot at sundown after work the coats and caps thrown down the embrace of love and resistance the upperhold and underhold the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes the march of firemen in their own costumes the play of masculine muscle through cleansetting trowsers and waiststraps the slow return from the fire the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again and the listening on the alert the natural perfect varied attitudes the bent head the curvd neck and the counting suchlike i love i loosen myself pass freely am at the mothers breast with the little child swim with the swimmers wrestle with wrestlers march in line with the firemen and pause listen count i knew a man a common farmer the father of five sons and in them the fathers of sons and in them the fathers of sons this man was a wonderful vigor calmness beauty of person the shape of his head the pale yellow and white of his hair and beard the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes the richness and breadth of his manners these i used to go and visit him to see he was wise also he was six feet tall he was over eighty years old his sons were massive clean bearded tanfaced handsome they and his daughters loved him all who saw him loved him they did not love him by allowance they loved him with personal love he drank water only the blood showd like scarlet through the clearbrown skin of his face he was a frequent gunner and fisher he saild his boat himself he had a fine one presented to him by a shipjoiner he had fowlingpieces presented to him by men that loved him when he went with his five sons and many grandsons to hunt or fish you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of the gang you would wish long and long to be with him you would wish to sit by him in the boat that you and he might touch each other i have perceivd that to be with those i like is enough to stop in company with the rest at evening is enough to be surrounded by beautiful curious breathing laughing flesh is enough to pass among them or touch any one or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment what is this then i do not ask any more delight i swim in it as in a sea there is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them and in the contact and odor of them that pleases the soul well all things please the soul but these please the soul well this is the female form a divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot it attracts with fierce undeniable attraction i am drawn by its breath as if i were no more than a helpless vapor all falls aside but myself and it books art religion time the visible and solid earth and what was expected of heaven or feard of hell are now consumed mad filaments ungovernable shoots play out of it the response likewise ungovernable hair bosom hips bend of legs negligent falling hands all diffused mine too diffused ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb loveflesh swelling and deliciously aching limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous quivering jelly of love whiteblow and delirious nice bridegroom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn undulating into the willing and yielding day lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweetfleshd day this the nucleus after the child is born of woman man is born of woman this the bath of birth this the merge of small and large and the outlet again be not ashamed women your privilege encloses the rest and is the exit of the rest you are the gates of the body and you are the gates of the soul the female contains all qualities and tempers them she is in her place and moves with perfect balance she is all things duly veild she is both passive and active she is to conceive daughters as well as sons and sons as well as daughters as i see my soul reflected in nature as i see through a mist one with inexpressible completeness sanity beauty see the bent head and arms folded over the breast the female i see the male is not less the soul nor more he too is in his place he too is all qualities he is action and power the flush of the known universe is in him scorn becomes him well and appetite and defiance become him well the wildest largest passions bliss that is utmost sorrow that is utmost become him well pride is for him the fullspread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul knowledge becomes him he likes it always he brings every thing to the test of himself whatever the survey whatever the sea and the sail he strikes soundings at last only here where else does he strike soundings except here the mans body is sacred and the womans body is sacred no matter who it is it is sacred is it the meanest one in the laborers gang is it one of the dullfaced immigrants just landed on the wharf each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the welloff just as much as you each has his or her place in the procession all is a procession the universe is a procession with measured and perfect motion do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant do you suppose you have a right to a good sight and he or she has no right to a sight do you think matter has cohered together from its diffuse float and the soil is on the surface and water runs and vegetation sprouts
for you only and not for him and her a mans body at auction for before the war i often go to the slavemart and watch the sale i help the auctioneer the sloven does not half know his business gentlemen look on this wonder whatever the bids of the bidders they cannot be high enough for it for it the globe lay preparing quintillions of years without one animal or plant for it the revolving cycles truly and steadily rolld in this head the allbaffling brain in it and below it the makings of heroes examine these limbs red black or white they are cunning in tendon and nerve they shall be stript that you may see them exquisite senses lifelit eyes pluck volition flakes of breastmuscle pliant backbone and neck flesh not flabby goodsized arms and legs and wonders within there yet within there runs blood the same old blood the same redrunning blood there swells and jets a heart there all passions desires reachings aspirations do you think they are not there because they are not expressd in parlors and lecturerooms this is not only one man this the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns in him the start of populous states and rich republics of him countless immortal lives with countless embodiments and enjoyments how do you know who shall come from the offspring of his offspring through the centuries who might you find you have come from yourself if you could trace back through the centuries a womans body at auction she too is not only herself she is the teeming mother of mothers she is the bearer of them that shall grow and be mates to the mothers have you ever loved the body of a woman have you ever loved the body of a man do you not see that these are exactly the same to all in all nations and times all over the earth if any thing is sacred the human body is sacred and the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted and in man or woman a clean strong firmfibred body is more beautiful than the most beautiful face have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body or the fool that corrupted her own live body for they do not conceal themselves and cannot conceal themselves o my body i dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women nor the likes of the parts of you i believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the soul and that they are the soul i believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems and that they are my poems mans womans child youths wifes husbands mothers fathers young mans young womans poems head neck hair ears drop and tympan of the ears eyes eyefringes iris of the eye eyebrows and the waking or sleeping of the lids mouth tongue lips teeth roof of the mouth jaws and the jawhinges nose nostrils of the nose and the partition cheeks temples forehead chin throat back of the neck neckslue strong shoulders manly beard scapula hindshoulders and the ample sideround of the chest upperarm armpit elbowsocket lowerarm armsinews armbones wrist and wristjoints hand palm knuckles thumb forefinger fingerjoints fingernails broad breastfront curling hair of the breast breastbone breastside ribs belly backbone joints of the backbone hips hipsockets hipstrength inward and outward round manballs manroot strong set of thighs well carrying the trunk above legfibres knee kneepan upperleg underleg ankles instep football toes toejoints the heel all attitudes all the shapeliness all the belongings of my or your body or of any ones body male or female the lungsponges the stomachsac the bowels sweet and clean the brain in its folds inside the skullframe sympathies heartvalves palatevalves sexuality maternity womanhood and all that is a woman and the man that comes from woman the womb the teats nipples breastmilk tears laughter weeping lovelooks loveperturbations and risings the voice articulation language whispering shouting aloud food drink pulse digestion sweat sleep walking swimming poise on the hips leaping reclining embracing armcurving and tightening the continual changes of the flex of the mouth and around the eyes the skin the sunburnt shade freckles hair the curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body the circling rivers the breath and breathing it in and out the beauty of the waist and thence of the hips and thence downward toward the knees the thin red jellies within you or within me the bones and the marrow in the bones the exquisite realization of health o i say these are not the parts and poems of the body only but of the soul o i say now these are the soul | 1 |
come let’s go to bed says sleepyhead let’s stay awhile says slow put on the pot says greedygut we’ll sup before we go “to bed to bed” says sleepyhead “tarry awhile” says slow “put on the pan” says greedy nan “we’ll sup before we go” | 1 |
never tell me that not one star of all that slip from heaven at night and softly fall has been picked up with stones to build a wall some laborer found one faded and stonecold and saving that its weight suggested gold and tugged it from his first too certain hold he noticed nothing in it to remark he was not used to handling stars thrown dark and lifeless from an interrupted arc he did not recognize in that smooth coal the one thing palpable besides the soul to penetrate the air in which we roll he did not see how like a flying thing it brooded ant eggs and bad one large wing one not so large for flying in a ring and a long bird of paradises tail though these when not in use to fly and trail it drew back in its body like a snail nor know that be might move it from the spot the harm was done from having been starshot the very nature of the soil was hot and burning to yield flowers instead of grain flowers fanned and not put out by all the rain poured on them by his prayers prayed in vain he moved it roughly with an iron bar he loaded an old stoneboat with the star and not as you might think a flying car such as even poets would admit perforce more practical than pegasus the horse if it could put a star back in its course he dragged it through the plowed ground at a pace but faintly reminiscent of the race of jostling rock in interstellar space it went for building stone and i as though commanded in a dream forever go to right the wrong that this should have been so yet ask where else it could have gone as well i do not know i cannot stop to tell he might have left it lying where it fell from following walls i never lift my eye except at night to places in the sky where showers of charted meteors let fly some may know what they seek in school and church and why they seek it there for what i search i must go measuring stone walls perch on perch sure that though not a star of death and birth so not to be compared perhaps in worth to such resorts of life as mars and earth though not i say a star of death and sin it yet has poles and only needs a spin to show its worldly nature and begin to chafe and shuffle in my calloused palm and run off in strange tangents with my arm as fish do with the line in first alarm such as it is it promises the prize of the one world complete in any size that i am like to compass fool or wise | 0 |
bonny lass pretty lass wilt thou be mine thou shalt not wash dishes nor yet serve the swine thou shalt sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam and thou shalt eat strawberries sugar and cream | 1 |
the wheels on the bus go round and round round and round round and round the wheels on the bus go round and round all through the town the wipers on the bus go “swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish” the wipers on the bus go “swish swish swish” all through the town the people on the bus go “chat chat chat chachat chatchat chat chat the people on the bus go “ chatchatchat all through the town the horn on the bus go “beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep” the horn on the bus go “beep beep beep” all through the town the baby on the bus go “wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah” the baby on the bus go “wah wah wah” all through the town the mummy on the bus go “ssss shssss shssss sh “”ssss shssss shssss sh the mummy on the bus go “”ssss shssss shssss sh” all through the town the wheels on the bus go round and round round and round round and round the wheels on the bus go round and round all through the town | 1 |
to conclude i announce what comes after me i remember i said before my leaves sprang at all i would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference to consummations when america does what was promisd when through these states walk a hundred millions of superb persons when the rest part away for superb persons and contribute to them when breeds of the most perfect mothers denote america then to me and mine our due fruition i have pressd through in my own right i have sung the body and the soul war and peace have i sung and the songs of life and death and the songs of birth and shown that there are many births i have offerd my style to everyone i have journeyd with confident step while my pleasure is yet at the full i whisper so long and take the young womans hand and the young mans hand for the last time i announce natural persons to arise i announce justice triumphant i announce uncompromising liberty and equality i announce the justification of candor and the justification of pride i announce that the identity of these states is a single identity only i announce the union more and more compact indissoluble i announce splendors and majesties to make all the previous politics of the earth insignificant i announce adhesiveness i say it shall be limitless unloosend i say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for i announce a man or woman coming perhaps you are the one so long i announce the great individual fluid as nature chaste affectionate compassionate fully armd i announce a life that shall be copious vehement spiritual bold i announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet its translation i announce myriads of youths beautiful gigantic sweetblooded i announce a race of splendid and savage old men o thicker and faster so long o crowding too close upon me i foresee too much it means more than i thought it appears to me i am dying hasten throat and sound your last salute me salute the days once more peal the old cry once more screaming electric the atmosphere using at random glancing each as i notice absorbing swiftly on but a little while alighting curious envelopd messages delivering sparkles hot seed ethereal down in the dirt dropping myself unknowing my commission obeying to question it never daring to ages and ages yet the growth of the seed leaving to troops out of the war arising they the tasks i have set promulging to women certain whispers of myself bequeathing their affection me more clearly explaining to young men my problems offering no dallier i i the muscle of their brains trying so i pass a little time vocal visible contrary afterward a melodious echo passionately bent for death making me really undying the best of me then when no longer visible for toward that i have been incessantly preparing what is there more that i lag and pause and crouch extended with unshut mouth is there a single final farewell my songs cease i abandon them from behind the screen where i hid i advance personally solely to you camerado this is no book who touches this touches a man is it night are we here together alone it is i you hold and who holds you i spring from the pages into your arms decease calls me forth o how your fingers drowse me your breath falls around me like dew your pulse lulls the tympans of my ears i feel immerged from head to foot delicious enough enough o deed impromptu and secret enough o gliding present enough o summdup past dear friend whoever you are take this kiss i give it especially to you do not forget me i feel like one who has done work for the day to retire awhile i receive now again of my many translations from my avataras ascending while others doubtless await me an unknown sphere more real than i dreamd more direct darts awakening rays about me so long remember my words i may again return i love you i depart from materials i am as one disembodied triumphant dead | 0 |
my glass shall not persuade me i am old so long as youth and thou are of one date but when in thee times furrows i behold then look i death my days should expiate for all that beauty that doth cover thee is but the seemly raiment of my heart which in thy breast doth live as thine in me how can i then be elder than thou art o therefore love be of thyself so wary as i not for myself but for thee will bearing thy heart which i will keep so chary as tender nurse her babe from faring ill presume not on thy heart when mine is slain thou gavst me thine not to give back again | 0 |
little poll parrot sat in his garret eating toast and tea a little brown mouse jumped into the house and stole it all away | 0 |
mistress mary quite contrary how does your garden grow with silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row | 1 |
wee willie winkie runs through the town upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown tapping at the window crying at the lock are the babes in their beds for its now ten oclock | 0 |
are you sleeping are you sleeping brother john brother john morning bells are ringing morning bells are ringing ding dang dong ding dang dong | 0 |
oh my darling oh my darling oh my darling clementine you were lost and gone forever dreadful sorrow clementine in a cavern in a canyon excavating for a mine lived a miner fortyniner and his daughter clementine yes i love her how i love her thought her shoes were number nine herring boxes without topses sandals were for clementine oh my darling oh my darling oh my darling clementine you were lost and gone forever dreadful sorrow clementine drove the horses to the water every morning just at nine hit her foot against a splinter fell into the foaming brine ruby lips above the water blowing bubbles soft and fine but at last i was no swimmer so i lost my clementine oh my darling oh my darling oh my darling clementine you were lost and gone forever dreadful sorrow clementine you were lost and gone forever dreadful sorrow clementine | 0 |
the way a crow shook down on me the dust of snow from a hemlock tree has given my heart a change of mood and saved some part of a day i had rued | 0 |
five little monkeys jumping on the bed one fell down and bumped his head mama called the doctor and the doctor said no more monkeys jumping on the bed four little monkeys jumping on the bed one fell down and bumped his head mama called the doctor and the doctor said no more monkeys jumping on the bed three little monkeys jumping on the bed one fell down and bumped her head mama called the doctor and the doctor said no more monkeys jumping on the bed two little monkeys jumping on the bed one fell down and bumped his head mama called the doctor and the doctor said no more monkeys jumping on the bed one little monkey jumping on the bed she fell down and bumped her head mama called the doctor and the doctor said put those monkeys back to bed | 0 |
zoom zoom zoom we’re going to the moon zoom zoom zoom we’re going to the moon if you want to take a trip climb aboard my rocket ship zoom zoom zoom we’re going to the moon 5 4 3 2 1 | 0 |
silent night holy night all is calm all is bright round yon virgin mother and child holy infant so tender and mild sleep in heavenly peace sleep in heavenly peace silent night holy night shepherds quake at the sight glories stream from heaven afar heavenly hosts sing alleluia christ the savior is born christ the savior is born silent night holy night son of god love’s pure light radiant beams from thy holy face with the dawn of redeeming grace jesus lord at thy birth jesus lord at thy birth silent night holy night wondrous star lend thy light with the angels let us sing alleluia to our king christ the savior is born christ the savior is born | 0 |
what potions have i drunk of siren tears distilled from limbecks foul as hell within applying fears to hopes and hopes to fears still losing when i saw myself to win what wretched errors hath my heart committed whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never how have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted in the distraction of this madding fever o benefit of ill now i find true that better is by evil still made better and ruined love when it is built anew grows fairer than at first more strong far greater so i return rebuked to my content and gain by ills thrice more than i have spent | 0 |
cuckoo cherry tree catch a bird and give it to me let the tree be high or low let it hail rain or snow | 0 |
loneliness her word one ought not to have to care so much as you and i care when the birds come round the house to seem to say goodbye or care so much when they come back with whatever it is they sing the truth being we are as much too glad for the one thing as we are too sad for the other here with birds that fill their breasts but with each other and themselves and their built or driven nests house fear always i tell you this they learned always at night when they returned to the lonely house from far away to lamps unlighted and fire gone gray they learned to rattle the lock and key to give whatever might chance to be warning and time to be off in flight and preferring the out to the indoor night they learned to leave the housedoor wide until they had lit the lamp inside the smile her word i didnt like the way he went away that smile it never came of being gay still he smiled did you see him i was sure perhaps because we gave him only bread and the wretch knew from that that we were poor perhaps because he let us give instead of seizing from us as he might have seized perhaps he mocked at us for being wed or being very young and he was pleased to have a vision of us old and dead i wonder how far down the road hes got hes watching from the woods as like as not the oftrepeated dream she had no saying dark enough for the dark pine that kept forever trying the windowlatch of the room where they slept the tireless but ineffectual hands that with every futile pass made the great tree seem as a little bird before the mystery of glass it never had been inside the room and only one of the two was afraid in an oftrepeated dream of what the tree might do the impulse it was too lonely for her there and too wild and since there were but two of them and no child and work was little in the house she was free and followed where he furrowed field or felled tree she rested on a log and tossed the fresh chips with a song only to herself on her lips and once she went to break a bough of black alder she strayed so far she scarcely heard
when he called her and didnt answer didnt speak or return she stood and then she ran and hid in the fern he never found her though he looked everywhere and he asked at her mothers house was she there sudden and swift and light as that the ties gave and he learned of finalities besides the grave | 0 |
you come to fetch me from my work tonight when suppers on the table and well see if i can leave off burying the white soft petals fallen from the apple tree soft petals yes but not so barren quite mingled with these smooth bean and wrinkled pea and go along with you ere you lose sight of what you came for and become like me slave to a springtime passion for the earth how love burns through the putting in the seed on through the watching for that early birth when just as the soil tarnishes with weed the sturdy seedling with arched body comes shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs | 0 |
little tommy tucker sings for his supper what shall we give him brown bread and butter how shall he cut it without a knife how will he be married without a wife | 1 |
if all the world were apple pie and all the sea were ink and all the trees were bread and cheese what would we have to drink | 0 |
out through the fields and the woods and over the walls i have wended i have climbed the hills of view and looked at the world and descended i have come by the highway home and lo it is ended the leaves are all dead on the ground save those that the oak is keeping to ravel them one by one and let them go scraping and creeping out over the crusted snow when others are sleeping and the dead leaves lie huddled and still no longer blown hither and thither the last lone aster is gone the flowers of the witch hazel wither the heart is still aching to seek but the feet question whither ah when to the heart of man was it ever less than a treason to go with the drift of things to yield with a grace to reason and bow and accept the end of a love or a season | 0 |
when good king arthur ruled his land he was a goodly king he stole three pecks of barley meal to make a bagpudding a bagpudding the king did make and stuffed it well with plums and in it put great lumps of fat as big as my two thumbs the king and queen did eat thereof and noblemen beside and what they could not eat that night the queen next morning fried | 0 |
against that time if ever that time come when i shall see thee frown on my defects when as thy love hath cast his utmost sum called to that audit by advisd respects against that time when thou shalt strangely pass and scarcely greet me with that sun thine eye when love converted from the thing it was shall reasons find of settled gravity against that time do i ensconce me here within the knowledge of mine own desert and this my hand against my self uprear to guard the lawful reasons on thy part to leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws since why to love i can allege no cause | 0 |
sin of selflove possesseth all mine eye and all my soul and all my every part and for this sin there is no remedy it is so grounded inward in my heart methinks no face so gracious is as mine no shape so true no truth of such account and for myself mine own worth do define as i all other in all worths surmount but when my glass shows me myself indeed beated and choppd with tanned antiquity mine own selflove quite contrary i read self so selfloving were iniquity tis thee myself that for myself i praise painting my age with beauty of thy days | 0 |
found a peanut found a peanut found a peanut just now just now i found a peanut found a peanut just now cracked it open cracked it open cracked it open just now just now i cracked it open cracked it open just now it was rotten it was rotten it was rotten just now just now it was rotten it was rotten just now ate it anyway ate it anyway ate it anyway just now just now i ate it anyway ate it anyway just now got a stomach ache got a stomach ache got a stomach ache just now just now i got a stomach ache got a stomach ache just now called the doctor called the doctor called the doctor just now just now i called the doctor called the doctor just now penicillin penicillin penicillin just now just now i took penicillin penicillin just now operation operation operation just now just now an operation an operation just now died anyway died anyway died anyway just now just now i died anyway died anyway just now went to heaven went to heaven went to heaven just now just now i went to heaven went to heaven just now wouldn’t take me wouldn’t take me wouldn’t take me just now just now heaven wouldn’t take me wouldn’t take me just now went the other way went the other way went the other way just now just now i went the other way went the other way just now didn’t want me didn’t want me didn’t want me just now just now they didn’t want me didn’t want me just now was a dream was a dream was a dream just now just now it was a dream was a dream just now then i woke up then i woke up then i woke up just now just now i woke up i woke up just now found a peanut found a peanut found a peanut just now just now i found a peanut found a peanut just now | 0 |
if all the world were paper and all the sea were ink if all the trees were bread and cheese what would we have to drink | 0 |
the shattered water made a misty din great waves looked over others coming in and thought of doing something to the shore that water never did to land before the clouds were low and hairy in the skies like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes you could not tell and yet it looked as if the shore was lucky in being backed by cliff the cliff in being backed by continent it looked as if a night of dark intent was coming and not only a night an age someone had better be prepared for rage there would be more than oceanwater broken before gods last put out the light was spoken | 0 |
from pentup aching rivers from that of myself without which i were nothing from what i am determind to make illustrious even if i stand sole among men from my own voice resonant singing the phallus singing the song of procreation singing the need of superb children and therein superb grown people singing the muscular urge and the blending singing the bedfellows song o resistless yearning o for any and each the body correlative attracting o for you whoever you are your correlative body o it more than all else you delighting from the hungry gnaw that eats me night and day from native moments from bashful pains singing them seeking something yet unfound though i have diligently sought it many a long year singing the true song of the soul fitful at random renascent with grossest nature or among animals of that of them and what goes with them my poems informing of the smell of apples and lemons of the pairing of birds of the wet of woods of the lapping of waves of the mad pushes of waves upon the land i them chanting the overture lightly sounding the strain anticipating the welcome nearness the sight of the perfect body the swimmer swimming naked in the bath or motionless on his back lying and floating the female form approaching i pensive loveflesh tremulous aching the divine list for myself or you or for any one making the face the limbs the index from head to foot and what it arouses the mystic deliria the madness amorous the utter abandonment hark close and still what i now whisper to you i love you o you entirely possess me o that you and i escape from the rest and go utterly off free and lawless two hawks in the air two fishes swimming in the sea not more lawless than we the furious storm through me careering i passionately trembling the oath of the inseparableness of two together of the woman that loves me and whom i love more than my life that oath swearing o i willingly stake all for you o let me be lost if it must be so o you and i what is it to us what the rest do or think what is all else to us only that we enjoy each other and exhaust each other if it must be so from the master the pilot i yield the vessel to the general commanding me commanding all from him permission taking from time the programme hastening i have loiterd too long as it is from sex from the warp and from the woof from privacy from frequent repinings alone from plenty of persons near and yet the right person not near from the soft sliding of hands over me and thrusting of fingers through my hair and beard from the long sustaind kiss upon the mouth or bosom from the close pressure that makes me or any man drunk fainting with excess from what the divine husband knows from the work of fatherhood from exultation victory and relief from the bedfellows embrace in the night from the actpoems of eyes hands hips and bosoms from the cling of the trembling arm from the bending curve and the clinch from side by side the pliant coverlet offthrowing from the one so unwilling to have me leave and me just as unwilling to leave yet a moment o tender waiter and i return from the hour of shining stars and dropping dews from the night a moment i emerging flitting out celebrate you act divine and you children prepared for and you stalwart loins | 1 |
love has earth to which she clings with hills and circling arms about wall within wall to shut fear out but thought has need of no such things for thought has a pair of dauntless wings on snow and sand and turf i see where love has left a printed trace with straining in the worlds embrace and such is love and glad to be but thought has shaken his ankles free thought cleaves the interstellar gloom and sits in sirius disc all night till day makes him retrace his flight with smell of burning on every plume back past the sun to an earthly room his gains in heaven are what they are yet some say love by being thrall and simply staying possesses all in several beauty that thought fares far to find fused in another star | 0 |
o captain my captain our fearful trip is done the ship has weatherd every rack the prize we sought is won the port is near the bells i hear the people all exulting while follow eyes the steady keel the vessel grim and daring but o heart heart heart o the bleeding drops of red where on the deck my captain lies fallen cold and dead o captain my captain rise up and hear the bells rise upfor you the flag is flungfor you the bugle trills for you bouquets and ribbond wreathsfor you the shores acrowding for you they call the swaying mass their eager faces turning here captain dear father this arm beneath your head it is some dream that on the deck youve fallen cold and dead my captain does not answer his lips are pale and still my father does not feel my arm he has no pulse nor will the ship is anchord safe and sound its voyage closed and done from fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won exult o shores and ring o bells but i with mournful tread walk the deck my captain lies fallen cold and dead | 0 |
o for my sake do you with fortune chide the guilty goddess of my harmful deeds that did not better for my life provide than public means which public manners breeds thence comes it that my name receives a brand and almost thence my nature is subdued to what it works in like the dyers hand pity me then and wish i were renewed whilst like a willing patient i will drink potions of eisel gainst my strong infection no bitterness that i will bitter think nor double penance to correct correction pity me then dear friend and i assure ye even that your pity is enough to cure me | 0 |
i hear thunder i hear thunder hark don’t you hark don’t you pitter patter raindrops pitter patter raindrops i’m wet through and so are you | 0 |
take all my loves my love yea take them all what hast thou then more than thou hadst before no love my love that thou mayst true love call all mine was thine before thou hadst this more then if for my love thou my love receivest i cannot blame thee for my love thou usest but yet be blamd if thou thy self deceivest by wilful taste of what thyself refusest i do forgive thy robbery gentle thief although thou steal thee all my poverty and yet love knows it is a greater grief to bear loves wrong than hates known injury lascivious grace in whom all ill well shows kill me with spites yet we must not be foes | 0 |
mine eye hath played the painter and hath stell’d thy beautys form in table of my heart my body is the frame wherein tis held and perspective that is best painters art for through the painter must you see his skill to find where your true image pictured lies which in my bosoms shop is hanging still that hath his windows glazed with thine eyes now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done mine eyes have drawn thy shape and thine for me are windows to my breast wherethrough the sun delights to peep to gaze therein on thee yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art they draw but what they see know not the heart | 0 |
five little ducks went out one day over the hills and far away mother duck said “quack quack quack quack” but only four little ducks came back four little ducks went out one day over the hills and far away mother duck said “quack quack quack quack” but only three little ducks came back repeat counting down to “but no little ducks came back” sad mother duck went out one day over the hills and far away mother duck said “quack quack quack quack” and five little ducks came back | 0 |
vigil strange i kept on the field one night when you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day one look i but gave which your dear eyes returnd with a look i shall never forget one touch of your hand to mine o boy reachd up as you lay on the ground then onward i sped in the battle the evencontested battle till late in the night relievd to the place at last again i made my way found you in death so cold dear comradefound your body son of responding kisses never again on earth responding bared your face in the starlightcurious the scene cool blew the moderate nightwind long there and then in vigil i stood dimly around me the battlefield spreading vigil wondrous and vigil sweet there in the fragrant silent night but not a tear fell not even a longdrawn sighlong long i gazed then on the earth partially reclining sat by your side leaning my chin in my hands passing sweet hours immortal and mystic hours with you dearest comrade not a tear not a word vigil of silence love and death vigil for you my son and my soldier as onward silently stars aloft eastward new ones upward stole vigil final for you brave boy i could not save you swift was your death
i faithfully loved you and cared for you living i think we shall surely meet again till at latest lingering of the night indeed just as the dawn appeard my comrade i wrapt in his blanket envelopd well his form folded the blanket well tucking it carefully over head and carefully under feet and there and then and bathed by the rising sun my son in his grave in his rudedug grave i deposited ending my vigil strange with that vigil of night and battlefield dim vigil for boy of responding kisses never again on earth responding vigil for comrade swiftly slain vigil i never forget how as day brightend i rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket and buried him where he fell | 0 |
a sudden blow the great wings beating still above the staggering girl her thighs caressed by the dark webs her nape caught in his bill he holds her helpless breast upon his breast how can those terrified vague fingers push the feathered glory from her loosening thighs and how can body laid in that white rush but feel the strange heart beating where it lies a shudder in the loins engenders there the broken wall the burning roof and tower and agamemnon dead being so caught up so mastered by the brute blood of the air did she put on his knowledge with his power before the indifferent beak could let her drop | 1 |
these pools that though in forests still reflect the total sky almost without defect and like the flowers beside them chill and shiver will like the flowers beside them soon be gone and yet not out by any brook or river but up by roots to bring dark foliage on the trees that have it in their pentup buds to darken nature and be summer woods let them think twice before they use their powers to blot out and drink up and sweep away these flowery waters and these watery flowers from snow that melted only yesterday | 0 |
something there is that doesnt love a wall that sends the frozengroundswell under it and spills the upper boulders in the sun and makes gaps even two can pass abreast the work of hunters is another thing i have come after them and made repair where they have left not one stone on a stone but they would have the rabbit out of hiding to please the yelping dogs the gaps i mean no one has seen them made or heard them made but at spring mendingtime we find them there i let my neighbour know beyond the hill and on a day we meet to walk the line and set the wall between us once again we keep the wall between us as we go to each the boulders that have fallen to each and some are loaves and some so nearly balls we have to use a spell to make them balance stay where you are until our backs are turned we wear our fingers rough with handling them oh just another kind of outdoor game one on a side it comes to little more there where it is we do not need the wall he is all pine and i am apple orchard my apple trees will never get across and eat the cones under his pines i tell him he only says good fences make good neighbours spring is the mischief in me and i wonder if i could put a notion in his head why do they make good neighbours isnt it where there are cows but here there are no cows before i built a wall id ask to know what i was walling in or walling out and to whom i was like to give offence something there is that doesnt love a wall that wants it down i could say elves to him but its not elves exactly and id rather he said it for himself i see him there bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top in each hand like an oldstone savage armed he moves in darkness as it seems to me not of woods only and the shade of trees he will not go behind his fathers saying and he likes having thought of it so well he says again good fences make good neighbours | 0 |
then hate me when thou wilt if ever now now while the world is bent my deeds to cross join with the spite of fortune make me bow and do not drop in for an afterloss ah do not when my heart hath scaped this sorrow come in the rearward of a conquered woe give not a windy night a rainy morrow to linger out a purposed overthrow if thou wilt leave me do not leave me last when other petty griefs have done their spite but in the onset come so shall i taste at first the very worst of fortunes might and other strains of woe which now seem woe compared with loss of thee will not seem so | 0 |
pussy cat pussy cat where have you been ive been to london to see the queen pussy cat pussy cat what did you there i frightened a little mouse under the chair | 0 |
lord of my love to whom in vassalage thy merit hath my duty strongly knit to thee i send this written embassage to witness duty not to show my wit duty so great which wit so poor as mine may make seem bare in wanting words to show it but that i hope some good conceit of thine in thy souls thought all naked will bestow it till whatsoever star that guides my moving points on me graciously with fair aspect and puts apparel on my tottered loving to show me worthy of thy sweet respect then may i dare to boast how i do love thee till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me | 0 |
but outer space at least this far for all the fuss of the populace stays more popular than populous | 0 |
it’s raining it’s pouring the old man is snoring he bumped his head on the top of the bed and couldn’t get up in the morning | 0 |
i have been one acquainted with the night i have walked out in rain and back in rain i have outwalked the furthest city light i have looked down the saddest city lane i have passed by the watchman on his beat and dropped my eyes unwilling to explain i have stood still and stopped the sound of feet when far away an interrupted cry came over houses from another street but not to call me back or say goodbye and further still at an unearthly height one luminary clock against the sky proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right i have been one acquainted with the night | 0 |
five little snowmen standing in a line one two three four five so fine melt in the sunshine with a sigh we’ll see you next year bye bye four little snowmen standing in a line one two three four so fine melt in the sunshine with a sigh we’ll see you next year bye bye four little snowmen standing in a line one two three four so fine melt in the sunshine with a sigh we’ll see you next year bye bye two little snowmen standing in a line one two so fine melt in the sunshine with a sigh we’ll see you next year bye bye one little snowmen standing in a line one so fine melt in the sunshine with a sigh we’ll see you next year bye bye | 0 |
my suit of linen my suit of twill my silk suit my suit of flannel i have to change them every day like a worker with his workers overalls i live in a humble house i work on the land and i have always lived in the shadow of the tree and that is why i dress like a wealthy man what do they care the birds if i wear a suit or not if my trousers are wide or tight if my shoes are old or new i dress like this because i want to because i am a man and i have pride because i love myself and i love the image i project to others so i will wear my suit of linen my suit of twill my silk suit my suit of flannel and i will walk with my head held high because i am a man and i am proud | 1 |
i said the sparrow with my bow and arrow i killed cock robin who saw him die i said the fly with my little eye i saw him die who caught his blood i said the fish with my little dish i caught his blood who’ll make the shroud i said the beetle with my thread and needle i’ll make the shroud who’ll dig his grave i said the owl with my little trowel i’ll dig his grave who’ll be the parson i said the rook with my little book i’ll be the parson who’ll be the clerk i said the lark if it’s not in the dark i’ll be the clerk who’ll carry the link i said the linnet i’ll fetch it in a minute i’ll carry the link who’ll be chief mourner i said the dove i mourn for my love i’ll be chief mourner who’ll carry the coffin i said the kite if it’s not through the night i’ll carry the coffin who’ll bear the pall we said the wren both the cock and the hen we’ll bear the pall who’ll sing a psalm i said the thrush as she sat on a bush i’ll sing a psalm who’ll toll the bell i said the bull because i can pull i’ll toll the bell all the birds of the air fell asighing and asobbing when they heard the bell toll for poor cock robin | 0 |
jack be nimble jack be quick jack jump over the candlestick | 0 |
men dont feel pain weve been brought up in households which made us preach such false teachings they told me i would soon be the man of the house while i was just 6 years old its not their fault you see this is what theyve been taught since centuries that men dont feel and men dont cry man up they told me man up young boy and as a kid i once cried in public and people laughed as if they actually loved it and then that kid wiped his eyes his smiling face was full of lies hed make a decent writer but an engineer sounds more wise when can we finally talk mental violence so that i can finally break this silent silence so that i can unlock my door and let you in dont ask me why was it shut so long and why is it so dark in here so this is about the men in your life and contrary to popular belief this is till feminism this is for every father every brother every son who has wet his pillow so many times and yet hes woken up just fine hes broken down yet and yet hes smiled hes owned his mustache yet hes still a child he wishes he could talk to you about this but he wouldnt know where to begin hes a product a failed social system where expressing himself was considered a sin and hes buried them all inside and look hes alive and yet he carries his kin look at his tears drip from his silence you need to break this silence and talk to him so go talk to your dad ask him what his dreams were what he really wanted to pursue talk to your elder brotherask him what he is going through how he landed up in this job he never wanted to tell him you miss him and that he could spend more time at home and that he doesnt need to hide his notebook anymore talk to your sonwho might be really young but tell him he needs to speak and that crying in public wont mean that he is weak but he cant cry himself to sleep every night because the world is running out of dry pillows talk to themthey might not speak up about they have been through and it might take them awhile to actually share but it will be comforting for them to know that someones there for them to listen someone will help them take care and most importantly talk to yourselflook into the mirror smile | 1 |
since brass nor stone nor earth nor boundless sea but sad mortality oersways their power how with this rage shall beauty hold a plea whose action is no stronger than a flower o how shall summers honey breath hold out against the wrackful siege of battering days when rocks impregnable are not so stout nor gates of steel so strong but time decays o fearful meditation where alack shall times best jewel from times chest lie hid or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back or who his spoil of beauty can forbid o none unless this miracle have might that in black ink my love may still shine bright | 0 |
cock a doodle do my dame has lost her shoe my master’s lost his fiddlestick and knows not what to do cock a doodle do what is my dame to do till master’s found his fiddlingstick she’ll dance without her shoe cock a doodle do my dame has found her shoe and master’s found his fiddlingstick sing cock a doodle do cock a doodle do my dame will dance with you while master fiddles his fiddlingstick and knows not what to do | 0 |
little bo peep has lost her sheep and doesn’t know where to find them leave them alone and they’ll come home bringing their tails behind them little bo peep fell fast asleep and dreamt she heard them bleating but when she awoke she found it a joke for they were all still fleeting then up she took her little crook determined for to find them she found them indeed but it made her heart bleed for they left their tails behind them it happened one day as bo peep did stray into a meadow hard by there she espied their tails side by side all hung on a tree to dry she heaved a sigh and wiped her eye and over the hillocks went rambling and tried what she could as a shepherdess should | 0 |
some say the world will end in fire some say in ice from what ive tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire but if it had to perish twice i think i know enough of hate to know that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice | 0 |
when i was a little boy i lived by myself and all the bread and cheese i got i put upon a shelf the rats and the mice they made such a strife i was forced to go to london to buy me a wife the streets were so broad and the lanes were so narrow i was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow the wheelbarrow broke and my wife had a fall and down came the wheelbarrow wife and all | 1 |
three wise men of gotham went to sea in a bowl and if the bowl had been stronger my song would have been longer | 0 |
do you hear what i hear said the night wind to the little lamb do you see what i see do you see what i see way up in the sky little lamb do you see what i see do you see what i see a star a star dancing in the night with a tail as big as a kite with a tail as big as a kite said the little lamb to the shepherd boy do you hear what i hear do you hear what i hear ringing through the sky shepherd boy do you hear what i hear do you hear what i hear a song a song high above the trees with a voice as big as the sea with a voice as big as the sea said the shepherd boy to the mighty king do you know what i know do you know what i know in your palace warm mighty king do you know what i know do you know what i know a child a child shivers in the cold let us bring him silver and gold let us bring him silver and gold said the king to the people everywhere listen to what i say listen to what i say pray for peace people everywhere listen to what i say listen to what i say the child the child sleeping in the night he will bring us goodness and light he will bring us goodness and light | 0 |
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers a peck of pickled peppers peter piper picked if peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers where’s the peck of pickled peppers peter piper picked | 0 |
o call not me to justify the wrong that thy unkindness lays upon my heart wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue use power with power and slay me not by art tell me thou lovst elsewhere but in my sight dear heart forbear to glance thine eye aside what needst thou wound with cunning when thy might is more than my oerpressed defence can bide let me excuse thee ah my love well knows her pretty looks have been mine enemies and therefore from my face she turns my foes that they elsewhere might dart their injuries yet do not so but since i am near slain kill me outright with looks and rid my pain | 1 |
women walking in the park neath branches drenched in light summer dresses low cut tops and smiles that invite women with their depthless eyes and bodies built for sin lips through which they mouth their lies to draw the weaklings in watching women on the train and wishing they were mine maybe i will take me one and keep her for a time drowning in their depthless eyes choking on their spite i will change things in the park neath branches drenched in light | 1 |
full many a glorious morning have i seen flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye kissing with golden face the meadows green gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy anon permit the basest clouds to ride with ugly rack on his celestial face and from the forlorn world his visage hide stealing unseen to west with this disgrace even so my sun one early morn did shine with all triumphant splendour on my brow but out alack he was but one hour mine the region cloud hath maskd him from me now yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth suns of the world may stain when heavens sun staineth | 0 |
thee for my recitative thee in the driving storm even as now the snow the winterday declining thee in thy panoply thy measurd dual throbbing and thy beat convulsive thy black cylindric body golden brass and silvery steel thy ponderous sidebars parallel and connecting rods gyrating shuttling at thy sides thy metrical now swelling pant and roar now tapering in the distance thy great protruding headlight fixd in front
thy long pale floating vaporpennants tinged with delicate purple the dense and murky clouds outbelching from thy smokestack thy knitted frame thy springs and valves the tremulous twinkle of thy wheels thy train of cars behind obedient merrily following through gale or calm now swift now slack yet steadily careering type of the modern emblem of motion and power pulse of the continent for once come serve the muse and merge in verse even as here i see thee with storm and buffeting gusts of wind and falling snow by day thy warning ringing bell to sound its notes by night thy silent signal lamps to swing fiercethroated beauty roll through my chant with all thy lawless music thy swinging lamps at night thy madlywhistled laughter echoing rumbling like an earthquake rousing all law of thyself complete thine own track firmly holding no sweetness debonair of tearful harp or glib piano thine thy trills of shrieks by rocks and hills returnd launchd oer the prairies wide across the lakes to the free skies unpent and glad and strong | 0 |
two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry i could not travel both and be one traveler long i stood and looked down one as far as i could to where it bent in the undergrowth then took the other as just as fair and having perhaps the better claim because it was grassy and wanted wear though as for that the passing there had worn them really about the same and both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black oh i kept the first for another day yet knowing how way leads on to way i doubted if i should ever come back i shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence two roads diverged in a wood and i i took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference | 0 |
ding dong bell pussy’s at the well who took her there little johnny hare who’ll bring her in little tommy thin what a jolly boy was that to get some milk for pussy cat who ne’er did any harm but played with the mice in his father’s barn ding dong bell pussy’s in the well who put her in little johnny green who pulled her out little tommy stout what a naughty boy was that to try to drown poor pussy cat who ne’er did him any harm but killed all the mice in the farmer’s barn | 0 |
i have done it again one year in every ten i manage it—— a sort of walking miracle my skin bright as a nazi lampshade my right foot a paperweight my face a featureless fine jew linen peel off the napkin o my enemy do i terrify—— the nose the eye pits the full set of teeth the sour breath will vanish in a day soon soon the flesh the grave cave ate will be at home on me and i a smiling woman i am only thirty and like the cat i have nine times to die this is number three what a trash to annihilate each decade what a million filaments the peanutcrunching crowd shoves in to see them unwrap me hand and foot—— the big strip tease gentlemen ladies these are my hands my knees i may be skin and bone nevertheless i am the same identical woman the first time it happened i was ten it was an accident the second time i meant to last it out and not come back at all i rocked shut as a seashell they had to call and call and pick the worms off me like sticky pearls dying is an art like everything else i do it exceptionally well i do it so it feels like hell i do it so it feels real i guess you could say i’ve a call it’s easy enough to do it in a cell it’s easy enough to do it and stay put it’s the theatrical comeback in broad day to the same place the same face the same brute amused shout ‘a miracle’ that knocks me out there is a charge for the eyeing of my scars there is a charge for the hearing of my heart—— it really goes and there is a charge a very large charge for a word or a touch or a bit of blood or a piece of my hair or my clothes so so herr doktor so herr enemy i am your opus i am your valuable the pure gold baby that melts to a shriek i turn and burn do not think i underestimate your great concern ash ash— you poke and stir flesh bone there is nothing there—— a cake of soap a wedding ring a gold filling herr god herr lucifer beware beware out of the ash i rise with my red hair and i eat men like air | 1 |
row row row your boat gently down the stream merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream | 0 |
when thou shalt be disposed to set me light and place my merit in the eye of scorn upon thy side against myself ill fight and prove thee virtuous though thou art forsworn with mine own weakness being best acquainted upon thy part i can set down a story of faults concealed wherein i am attainted that thou in losing me shalt win much glory and i by this will be a gainer too for bending all my loving thoughts on thee the injuries that to myself i do doing thee vantage doublevantage me such is my love to thee i so belong that for thy right myself will bear all wrong | 0 |
against my love shall be as i am now with times injurious hand crushed and oerworn when hours have drained his blood and filled his brow with lines and wrinkles when his youthful morn hath travelled on to ages steepy night and all those beauties whereof now hes king are vanishing or vanished out of sight stealing away the treasure of his spring for such a time do i now fortify against confounding ages cruel knife that he shall never cut from memory my sweet loves beauty though my lovers life his beauty shall in these black lines be seen and they shall live and he in them still green | 0 |
whoever hath her wish thou hast thy will and will to boot and will in overplus more than enough am i that vexed thee still to thy sweet will making addition thus wilt thou whose will is large and spacious not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine shall will in others seem right gracious and in my will no fair acceptance shine the sea all water yet receives rain still and in abundance addeth to his store so thou being rich in will add to thy will one will of mine to make thy large will more let no unkind no fair beseechers kill think all but one and me in that one will | 0 |
oh where have you been billy boy billy boy oh where have you been charming billy i have been to seek a wife she’s the joy of my life she’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother did she ask you to come in billy boy billy boy did she ask you to come in charming billy yes she asked me to come in there’s a dimple in her chin she’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother can she make a cherry pie billy boy billy boy can she make a cherry pie charming billy she can make a cherry pie quick as a cat can wink an eye she’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother how old is she billy boy billy boy how old is she charming billy three times six and four times seven twentyeight and eleven she’s a young thing and cannot leave her mother | 1 |
oh shenandoah i long to hear you away you rolling river oh shenandoah i long to hear you away i’m bound away cross the wide missouri oh shenandoah i love your daughter away you rolling river i’ll take her ‘cross that rollin’ water away i’m bound away cross the wide missouri this white man loves your indian maiden away you rolling river in my canoe with notions laden away i’m bound away cross the wide missouri farewell goodbye i shall not grieve you away you rolling river oh shenandoah i’ll not deceive you away we’re bound away cross the wide missouri | 0 |
my tonguetied muse in manners holds her still while comments of your praise richly compiled reserve thy character with golden quill and precious phrase by all the muses filed i think good thoughts whilst others write good words and like unlettered clerk still cry amen to every hymn that able spirit affords in polished form of wellrefined pen hearing you praised i say tis so tis true and to the most of praise add something more but that is in my thought whose love to you though words come hindmost holds his rank before then others for the breath of words respect me for my dumb thoughts speaking in effect | 1 |
humpty dumpty sat on a wall humpty dumpty had a great fall all the kings horses and all the kings men couldnt put humpty dumpty together again | 1 |
early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy wealthy and wise | 0 |
the anniad began and the women sobbed and the men looked down and the dogs lay down and the cats lay down and the rabbits rolled into balls the anniad began and the children whimpered staying close and the cattle at the hedge pressed to the bushes and the snake crawled under the stone the anniad began and the stars struck out and the night frowned and the gods spoke out and the dead were dumb and the angels struggled the anniad began and the sea churned hurling the waves and the lightnings galloped harnessed to the storm and the earth shook and the sky trembled the anniad began and the people gathered rigid and weeping and the flowers quivered and the earth sighed and the spirits stumbled bereft | 1 |
old king cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he he called for his pipe and he called for his bowl and he called for his fiddlers three | 0 |
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