All Poems
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En mai
© Victor Marie Hugo
Une sorte de verve étrange, point muette,
Point sourde, éclate et fait du printemps un poëte ;
Tout parle et tout écoute et tout aime à la fois ;
Et l'antre est une bouche et la source une voix ;
Before The Game
© Vasko Popa
Shut one eye then the other
Peek into every corner of yourself
See that there are no nails no thieves
See that there are no cuckoo's eggs
Far Within Us #1
© Vasko Popa
We raise our arms
The street climbs into the sky
We lower our eyes
The roofs go down into the earth
The Benefactors Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
We'll return the little box
Into the arms
Of her inconspicuously honest properties
The Victims Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
Not even in a dream
Should you have anything to do
With the little box
The Tropics
© Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
LOVE we the warmth and light of tropic lands,
The strange bright fruit, the feathery fanspread leaves,
The Enemies Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
Don't box down to the little box
Which supposedly contains everything
Your star and all other stars
On a very profane Compliment in a noble and devout Poem.
© Mather Byles
Ah! Cease, vain Muse, forbear thy hardy Lays,
Nor urge the Thunder on thy guilty Bays,
Hide-And-Seek
© Vasko Popa
Someone hides from someone else
Hides under his tongue
The other looks for him under the earth
The Owners Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
Line the inside of the little box
With your precious skin
And make yourself cozy
Just as you would in your own home
A Conceited Mistake
© Vasko Popa
Once upon a time there was a mistake
So silly so small
That no one would even have noticed it
Last News About The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
The little box which contains the world
Fell in love with herself
And conceived
Still another little box
Aurora Leigh: Book One
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I, alas,
A wild bird scarcely fledged, was brought to her cage,
And she was there to meet me. Very kind.
Bring the clean water, give out the fresh seed.
The Judges Of The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
Why do you stare at the little box
That in her emptiness
Holds the whole world
To L. R. E.
© Sara Teasdale
When first I saw you felt you take my hand,
I could not speak for happiness to find
How more than all they said your heart was kind,
How strong you were, and quick to understand
The Little Box
© Vasko Popa
The little box gets her first teeth
And her little length
Little width little emptiness
And all the rest she has
Flight Of Swans
© Robinson Jeffers
One who sees giant Orion, the torches of winter midnight,
Enormously walking above the ocean in the west of heaven;
