Emotions and Feelings

Sir, no man’s enemy, forgiving all But will his negative inversion, be prodigal.

O my floating life Do not save love to the flood

Here lies my past. Good-bye I have kissed it; Thank you, kids. I wouldn’t have missed it.

I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

I believe a little incompatibility is the spice of life, particularly if he has income and she is pattable.

The trouble with a kitten is THAT Eventually it becomes a CAT.

Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred?

What happens to a dream deferred? Maybe it just sags Or does it explode?

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

I got the Weary Blues And I can’t be satisfied.

I have so fiercely dreamed of you And walked so far and spoken of you so, Loved a shade of you so hard That now I’ve no more left of you.

I’ll see you again, Whenever spring breaks through again.

But I believe that since my life began The most I’ve had is just A talent to amuse.

But I believe that since my life began The most I’ve had is just A talent to amuse.

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

Patio, heaven’s watercourse. The patio is the slope down which the sky flows into the house. Serenely eternity waits at the crossway of the stars.

The light is buried under chains and noises in impudent challenge of rootless science. Through the suburbs sleepless people stagger, as though just delivered from a shipwreck of blood.

I will not see it! Tell the moon to come for I do not want to see the blood of Ignacio on the sand.

Green, how much I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship upon the sea and the horse in the mountain.

Truly, I live in dark times! The guileless word is folly. A smooth forehead Suggests insensitivity. The man who laughs Has simply not yet had The terrible news.

Truly, I live in dark times! The guileless word is folly. A smooth forehead Suggests insensitivity. The man who laughs Has simply not yet had The terrible news.

Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We’ve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear— And he shows them pearly white— Just a jackknife has Macheath, dear— And he keeps it out of sight.

I burned my life, that I might find A passion wholly of the mind, Thought divorced from eye and bone, Ecstasy come to breath alone.