i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
Dear Madam, you have seen this play; I never saw it till today.
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry:
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
The animal I really dig,
Above all others is the pig.
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s played,
The red crashing game of a fight?
Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs
The convoys of dead sailors come;
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
Landlord, landlord,
My roof has sprung a leak.
If I could write words
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Juventud, divino tesoro, ya te vas para no volver!
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
There's a polar bear In our Frigidaire--
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Round about the couldron go:
In the poisones entrails throw.
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
When I love
I feel that I am the king of time
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
"No animal is half as vile As Crocky–Wock, the crocodile.
Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
In England once there lived a big
A wonderfully clever pig.
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