It is time to move amongst the bushesto isolate the roomsclose up the gapsout from the lapse.forget the clouds that gloomily hangaround the centresstopping the breath from freely passing.to be alone as we all must bein birth and deathno holding of handsor clinging to mother.it is time for me to beto check myself alonewithin the spaces of walkingthrough the avenues of treesthat bend their branches
This is us my loveThis is you and IWe are ringing as bells togetherThe sound continues for longer and longer periods.We sing our love togetherThe music of our beings winds in ever increasing harmonies.The sky seems so closeOur heads piercing the clouds.Have we grown so big I wonder?Are we giants now?The love between us increased usWe are tall and expansiveAnd our hearts roar like thunder together.Our eyes are like moons that shine into each other.We take refuge with each others' love and passion.This is us.
Exacting as it isit takes the route to end all routesI see and stop and pause to breathe and wipe my browwhich did I hear before the dawn brokedid I get to itdid it collar me fastI dream of eternal sucking and blowingI whiz with barely time to wipe my asshanging onto pipeshere and theregetting my bearingswhich tunnel takes me where?my eyes red and waterymy glasses frosted with icemy arms and legs numbmy heart speeding
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard,And happy units of a numerous herdOf playfellows, the laughing Summer brings,Mocking the sunshine in their glittering wings,How merrily they creep, and run, and fly!No kin they bear to labour's drudgery,Smoothing the velvet of the pale hedge-rose;And where they fly for dinner no one knows--The dew-drops feed them not--they love the shineOf noon, whose sun may bring them golden wine.All day they're playing in their Sunday dress--Till night goes sleep, and they can do no less;Then, to the heath bell's silken hood they fly,And like to princes in their slumbers lie,
Blessed be Thou for all the joyMy soul has felt today!O let its memory stay with meAnd never pass away!I was alone, for those I lovedWere far away from me,The sun shone on the withered grass,The wind blew fresh and free.Was it the smile of early springThat made my bosom glow?'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor windCould raise my spirit so.Was it some feeling of delight,All vague and undefined?No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong,Expanding in the mind!
I WROTE some lines once on a timeIn wondrous merry mood,And thought, as usual, men would sayThey were exceeding good.They were so queer, so very queer,I laughed as I would die;Albeit, in the general way,A sober man am I.I called my servant, and he came;How kind it was of himTo mind a slender man like me,He of the mighty limb."These to the printer," I exclaimed,And, in my humorous way,I added, (as a trifling jest,)"There'll be the devil to pay."