assorted poetry, part 1.
dylan thomas, elizabeth bishop, ezra pound, langston hughes, pablo neruda, robert hayden, shel silverstein, sylvia plath,
do not go gentle into that good night.
death shall have no dominion.
though lovers be lost, love shall not.
an open book confronts me, to close to read in comfort.
is this how this country is going to answer you and your immodest demands for a different world?
even in my dreams, you have denied yourself to me.
let us pity those who are better off than we are. come, my friend, and remember that the rich have butlers and no friends.
unkillable infants of the very poor, they shall inherit the earth.
your boredom is exquisite and excessive.
i swear to the lord, i still can’t see why democracy means everybody but me.
life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
don’t go far off, not even for a day.
everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
i loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
love is so short, forgetting is so long.
my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.
will you come back? will you leave me here dying?
in scary night i wandered, praying, lord god my harshener, speak to me now or let me die; speak, lord, to this mourner.
if you’re a bird be an early bird, but if you’re a worm sleep late.
if you are a dreamer, come in.
underneath my outside face, there’s a face that none can see.
every woman adores a fascist.
i do it so it feels like hell.
i have always been scared of you.
o my enemy, do i terrify?
you bastard, i’m through.
