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There are a few great souls in my life. They are not many. They are few. You are one.
Because I could not stop for Death, / He kindly stopped for me; / The carriage held but just ourselves / And Immortality
And when wind and winter harden / All the loveless land, / It will whisper of the garden, / You will understand
I would like to be the air / that inhabits you for a moment / only. I would like to be that unnoticed / & that necessary
This is the way the world ends / not with a bang but a whimper
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, / Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, / Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs / And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
they speak whatever’s on their mind / they do whatever’s in their pants / the boys i mean are not refined / they shake the mountains when they dance
But the dark pines of your mind dip deeper / And you are sinking, sinking, sleeper / In an elementary world; There is something down there and you want it told
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; / The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won
Don’t like the / fact that he learned to hide from the cops before he knew / how to read. Angrier that his survival depends more on his ability / to deal with the “authorities” than it does his own literacy
The weight of the world / is love / Under the burden / of solitude, / under the burden / of dissatisfaction / the weight, / the weight we carry / is love
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill/ Of things unknown but longed for still/ And his tune is heard on the distant hill/ For the caged bird sings of freedom
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere / The ceremony of innocence is drowned; / The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity '
Out of the ash I rise / With my red hair / And I eat men like air
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave / Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; / Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. / I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love / If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! / The world forgetting, by the world forgot. / Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! / Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, / Or bends with the remover to remove: / O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, / That looks on tempests, and is never shake
Tree you are, / Moss you are, / You are violets with wind above them. / A child - so high - you are, / And all this is folly to the world
You may write me down in history / With your bitter, twisted lies, / You may trod me in the very dirt / But still, like dust, I’ll rise
you are much more than simply dead/ I am a dish for your ashes / I am a fist for your vanished air / the most terrible thing about life/ is finding it gone
At twenty I tried to die / And get back, back, back to you. / I thought even the bones would do./ But they pulled me out of the sack, / And they stuck me together with glue
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, / dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix / angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
She had blue skin,/ and so did he./ He kept it hid/ and so did she./ They looked for blue/ their whole life through./ Then passed right by--/ and never knew
Do not go gentle into that good night, / Old age should burn and rave at close of day; / Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Water, water, every where, / And all the boards did shrink; / Water, water, every where / Nor any drop to drink
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart / I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars / I am the red man driven from the land, / I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek - / And finding only the same old stupid plan / Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye / Who cheer when soldier lads march by, / Sneak home and pray you'll never know / The hell where youth and laughter go

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a line or two
    here there
it better be good
    it's world poetry day
echoes of whitman
    eliot and edna st vincent millay
oh what madness
the climate change
if not finished now
    then never
all that will be
    right here

spell steer, deer,
    ear, fear

This one

We got a call, noises

A.

Can we come in.

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Noises outside.
One more.
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Boots
Boyfriend
Boots
Family
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Family checks
"Drug charges"
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This is where
we are

If the neighbors
bothered by noises
Concussions of slamming doors keeping
up nicely

Place turned upside down
Raving
Ectoplasm
Cameras
Bugs
Aliens
Nanotechnology
Chinese newspaper
Look these countries up
The beads
This bow
    Homeless people
    made it to protect themselves
They ended up doing the opposite
Stuff neighbor puts out
Buttons
knobs
Why would they care about
me
There are too many people
working for the government