To My Mother
a poem by Edgar Allan Poe
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burni...
Between Going and Staying The Day Wavers
a poem by Octavio Paz
Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circ...
Piano
a poem by D.H. Lawrence
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting unde...
A Certain Lady
a poem by Dorothy Parker
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth ...
