Three things are never satisfied; four never say, "Enough": Sheol, the barren womb, the earth ever thirsty for water, and the fire... that never says, "Enough."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
She's in the house. She's at turn after turn.... She's behind me. She's in front of me. She's in my bed. She's on path after path, and I'm weak from want of her. O heart, there is no reality for me other than she she she she she she in the whole of the reeling world. And philosophers talk about Oneness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Still, after many years, in distant lands, Still nourishing in thy bewildered brain... That wild, unquenched, deep-sunken, old-world pain-- Say, will it never heal?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
On the earth a many-colored tower of longing rises. There are many ads (to help pay for all this).... Something interesting is happening on every landing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Since I do miss your vaice an' feace In prayer at eventide,... I'll pray wi' woone said vaice vor greace To goo where you do bide;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,... Arise from their graves and aspire, Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »