A Collection of Poems

Rose with dark eyes, mirror of your nothingness, rose with dark eyes, make us believe in the mystery, hypocrite flower, flower of silen...

things don't die or remain damaged but return: stumps grow back hands, a head reconnects to a neck, a whole corpse rises blushing and...

Nothing so special as blood of my blood, Infinity sleeps in the new born's repose; Tiny hands clenched, lips like a rosebud, Perfect ...

I want to say — I'm in love but I feel ashamed of making such a fool of myself, so I say — I hate.

Above the world the deepening pall Of gloomy night begins to fall; And every heart that languisheth, May gain new life from seeming death...

Yo gentlemen o with yor heaunds an yor parks, Yo may gamble an sport till yo dee; Bo a quiet heause nook, a good wife, an a book, Is mooa...

The world-gold sunset is ablaze with fire, Having pierced through with radiant airiness, above the peaceful cornfield it set fire to cross...

Lord, I keep watch! If I am not here who will guard their house?

In your hidden memories There are fatal tidings of doom A curse on sacred traditions, A desecration of happiness;

We have astonished by our great suffering The inclination of indifferent stars