A Girl

The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast- Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. 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.

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

Jaded

Don't stand in my way Don't steal my rage Don't think that you can manipulate the way that I inhabit my soul today I'm not here to step aside and watch the ride go by I'm not here to swallow light and gentle step the tense and trying times Step into my space and I'll show you my world today I'll show you something new, something the surface won't display Hang onto that truth like diamond and ring Parade it and I'll toss you like loose coins in a wishpond This is the way I handle myne This is the way I protect my truth I want to escape, I want to draw near So much to learn of self that I most fear Above all - to remain true and not to wane to pressures of the day To live To love

Broken Glass

My dreams are reflected in a fragile glass I can see through clearly and yet alas Try as I might, from morning till night My dreams are as high as a kite If the glass were to break Oh god! For heavens sake! All that reflected would be lost

Where The Mind is Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free Where the world has not been broken up into fragments By narrow domestic walls Where words come out from the depth of truth Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit Where the mind is led forward by thee Into ever-widening thought and action Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my soul awake.

LITTLE LESSONS

THE love I bear you, dearest,

Would make the sweetest tale,

We'd sail upon a sea of bliss,

And I would lift the sail.

Our happiness would be sublime,

Surpassing tongue or pen.

You may as well learn things from me,

As to learn from other men.

"Oh! you have touched me--deeply--"

The young thing whispered low.

He pleaded: "Come! oh! come with me."

She could not answer: "No."

She said: "I'll be your pupil."

And softly added then:

"I may as well learn things from you

As to learn from other men."

They dined alone that evening,

And the young man got his wish.

They even broke the unwritten law

Of: "Nevaire before zee feesh."

At half-past three, next morning,

He staggered home again.

She had taught him tricks he never knew,

That she'd learned from other men.

Here I Love You

Here I love you. In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters. Days, all one kind, go chasing each other. The snow unfurls in dancing figures. A silver gull slips down from the west. Sometimes a sail. High, high stars. Oh the black cross of a ship. Alone. Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. Far away the sea sounds and resounds. This is a port. Here I love you. Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilight. But night comes and starts to sing to me. The moon turns its clockwork dream. The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. And as I love you, the pines in the wind want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.