All Poems
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Number 8
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
It was a face which darkness could kill
in an instant
a face as easily hurt
by laughter or light
In Between
© Gertrude Stein
IN between a place and candy is a narrow foot-path that shows more mounting than anything, so much really that a calling meaning a bolster measured a whole thing with that
Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.
Bird With Two Right Wings
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
And now our government
a bird with two right wings
flies on from zone to zone
while we go on having our little fun & games
Love And A Day
© Madison Julius Cawein
In girandoles of gladioles
The day had kindled flame;
And Heaven a door of gold and pearl
Unclosed when Morning,--like a girl,
A red rose twisted in a curl,--
Down sapphire stairways came.
A Vast Confusion
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Long long I lay in the sandsSounds of trains in the surf
in subways of the sea
And an even greater undersound
of a vast confusion in the universe
Wild Dreams Of A New Beginning
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight
Beyond the ledges of concrete
restaurants fall into dreams
with candlelight couples
To The Nightingale
© Frances Anne Kemble
How passing sad! Listen, it sings again!
Art thou a spirit that, amongst the boughs,
Constantly Risking Absurdity
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Constantly risking absurdity
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
Pigtail
© Tadeusz Rozewicz
When all the women in the transport
had their heads shaved
four workmen with brooms made of birch twigs
swept up
and gathered up the hair
Psalm 9
© Mahmoud Darwish
O rose beyond the reach of time and of the senses
O kiss enveloped in the scarves of all the winds
surprise me with one dream
that my madness will recoil from you
Under Siege
© Mahmoud Darwish
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time
Close to the gardens of broken shadows,
We do what prisoners do,
And what the jobless do:
We cultivate hope.
The Myth of Arthur
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
O learned man who never learned to learn,
Save to deduce, by timid steps and small,
Rita And The Rifle
© Mahmoud Darwish
Between Rita and my eyes
There is a rifle
And whoever knows Rita
Kneels and plays
We have a Little Garden
© Beatrix Potter
WE have a little garden,
A garden of our own,
And every day we water there
The seeds that we have sown.
A Lover From Palestine
© Mahmoud Darwish
Her eyes are Palestinian
Her name is Palestinian
Her dress and sorrow Palestinian
Her kerchief, her feet and body Palestinian
Morning
© Jones Very
The light will never open sightless eyes,
It comes to those who willingly would see;
I Am There
© Mahmoud Darwish
I come from there and remember,
I was born like everyone is born, I have a mother
and a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends and a prison.
The Happy Husband
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oft, oft, methinks, the while with thee
I breathe, as from the heart, thy dear
And dedicated bame, I hear
A promise and a mystery,
A pledge of more than passing life,
Yea, in that very name of wife!
Passport
© Mahmoud Darwish
They did not recognize me in the shadows
That suck away my color in this Passport
And to them my wound was an exhibit
For a tourist Who loves to collect photographs
