cups empty of horror fail to satisfy Her.Her desire, falling cruelly on some wan mouth from which she rips out the unrequited kiss, awaits ardently lust’s supreme spasm, more beautiful and more terrible than the spasm of love.The French poem has “coups” and I considered various words –...
over the tea-cups and into the square the tongues has its desire; still waters run deep, my dear, there’s never smoke without fire. Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, under the look of fatigue ...
Wednesday Afternoon Tea by Liu Yali Wednesday afternoon, I drink four cups of tea and doze off three times. The tea is called Spring Blossom green tea, and tasted a little bitter. Wednesday afternoons, I join colleagues around a round table to drink tea. Tea does not detoxicate or purify...
In acorn-cups filled to the brink. The grasshopper, gnat and fly,Serve for our minstrelsy;Grace said, we dance awhile, ‘And so the time beguile;And if the moon doth hide her head,The glow-worm lights us home to bed. O’er tops of dewy grassSo nimbly do we pass,The young and ...
2 heaping cups patience 1 heartful love 2 handfuls generosity Dash of laughter 1 headful understanding Sprinkle generously with kindness. Apply plenty of faith and mix well. Spread over a period of a lifetime and serve to those you meet. ...
Raymond A. Foss Poems Back to Poet PageSort by: Views | Alphabetically Total Poems: 12138 1 A Fourth Under Fire 2 A Single Bird 3 Pink Slides 4 An Unholy World 5 Evidentiary Equipoise 6 Costs not Expenses 7 First Day 8 Hey Mountain 9 The Beginning of Wisdom 10 A Prayer for Wisdom ...
and famine, immigration and tea, Ceylon, Lady Gray, Darjeeling, as the fortune it leaves at the bottom of spent cups, and as those cups, carried across ocean and name, as water, generations and generations of it, mothers’ open hands, as bare Russian birch branches ...
The vi’lets, and the lily-cups,Those flowers made of light!The lilacs where the robin built,And where my brother setThe laburnum on his birthday—The tree is living yet!I remember, I remember,Where I used to swing,And thought the air must rush as freshTo swallows on the wing;My ...
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: "I am ...
And the wine cups of those days are tea-bowls now." - Kisei Reigen "Time-honored, beautiful, solemn and wise. Noble, sacred and ancient Trees reach the highest heavens and penetrate the deepest secrets of the earth. Trees are the largest living beings on this planet. ...