You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.
That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair
......
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
......
I.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of birds opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
II.
This comes after silence. Was it something I said
......
The game was tied in the bottom of nine
A runner on third and two out
In the dead still air a mosquito's whine
Was all you could hear, then a shout
"Do something Ben, murder the ball,
For crying out loud get a hit."
Ben strode to the plate to answer the call
The now restless fans knew this was it
......
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new
And the soldier was passing fair,
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.
"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
......
I wanna make you smile and laugh,
I wanna dance with you.
I wanna hold your hand at day,
at night I wanna too.
I wanna be the first you kiss,
I wanna be your love.
As much I wanna be your last:
I wanna be enough.
......
But still are
there – with all pressure - the infance - the grief,
the struggle the mantle of candy - we use to cover up the mist - understood
The loneliness the fear – to lay –
a legitimate by-merely-being-Human-intimacy – we seek
......
A soap-bubble dream
flying out to the skies
Leaving a bitter sweet taste
a memory of beauty
and broken wings of hope.
Time and time again
falling and wavering
in the moments of silence
my dream's colors true and deep
......
I had a dream last night, a lovely dream
in which you came to me on a moonbeam.
You were radiant and gleaming with light
and looked really splendid shining so bright.
Together we rose to the realms above
to that boudoir of romantic love
and engaged ourselves wonderful delight
fulfilling our pleasures throughout the night.
......
At the time when I wanted to become a poet
The sun tempted me to leaf through the storm
I blossomed
And the frost scorched my every flower
I waited for the wounds to heal
I waited a long time
To leaf through the dry branches again
To be the herald flower of the spring
Then when I wanted to be a poet