Lyrics of Life

If aught can teach us aught, Affliction’s looks, Making us look into ourselves so near, Teach us to know ourselves beyond all books, Or all ...

There is a faith in loving fiercely the one who is rightfully yours, especially if you have waited years and especially if part of you never...

I sometimes fear that people think that fascism arrives in fancy dress worn by grotesques and monsters as played out in endless re-runs of t...

I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry ...

Start close in,  don’t take the second step or the third,  start with the first thing close in,  the step you don’t want to take.  Start wit...

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and hooked feet: Or in sleep rehearse ...

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, jus...

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be One against whom there was no official complaint, And all the reports on his conduct agree ...

no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well your nei...

How long does a man live after all? A thousand days or only one? One week or a few centuries? How long does a man spend living or dying ...

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. ...

Sometimes things don't go, after all, from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fai...

'They caught all the wild children, and put them in zoos, They made them do sums and wear sensible shoes. They put them to bed at t...

I whispered, "I am too young," And then, "I am old enough"; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. ...

Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet ...

I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of an...

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant ...

The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever, With a sweet emotion; Nothing in th...

Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there w...

No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europ...