Emotions and Feelings

I don’t see how Henry, pried open for all the world to see, survived.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.

Mountainous, woman not breaks and will bend: sways God nearby: anguish comes to an end. Blossomed Sarah, and I blossom. Is that thing alive? I hear a famisht howl.

Mountainous, woman not breaks and will bend: sways God nearby: anguish comes to an end. Blossomed Sarah, and I blossom. Is that thing alive? I hear a famisht howl.

Huffy Henry hid the day, Unappeasable Henry sulked.

One day beside some flowers near his nose He will be thinking, When will I look at it? And pain, still in the middle distance, will reply At what? and he will know it’s gone, O where! and begin to tremble and cry. He will begin to cry as a child cries Whose puppy is mangled under a screaming wheel.

my negritude riddles with holes the dense affliction of its worthy patience.

Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.

Oh lonesome’s a bad place To get crowded into.

Oh lonesome’s a bad place To get crowded into.

Color of cinnamon Clove’s sweet smell, I’ve come a long way To see Gabrielle.

I am the magical mouse I don’t eat cheese I eat sunsets And the tops of trees.

Let us have madness openly, O men Of my generation. Let us follow The footsteps of this slaughtered age.

May the gentle mountains and the bells of the flocks Remind us of everything we have lost, For we have seen on our way and fallen in love With the world that will pass in a twinkling.

I’d have nightmares of other islands stretching away from mine, infinities of islands, islands spawning islands like frogs’ eggs turning into polliwogs of islands, knowing that I had to live on each and every one, eventually, for ages, registering their flora, their fauna, their geography.

How had I come to be here like them, and overhear a cry of pain that could have got loud and worse but hadn’t?

Cold dark deep and absolutely clear, element bearable to no mortal, to fish and to seals…

Until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.

Lord, hear me out, and hear me out this day: From me to Thee’s a long and terrible way.

Brooding on God, I may become a man. Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire; What burns me now? Desire, desire, desire.

Brooding on God, I may become a man. Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire; What burns me now? Desire, desire, desire.

In a dark time, the eye begins to see.

I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.

A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.