He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.
by WILLIAM BLAKE (1757-1827)
Public Domain Poetry
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.
by WILLIAM BLAKE (1757-1827)
Public Domain Poetry
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.
I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.
Man is a curious brute – he pets his fancies –
Fighting mankind, to win sweet luxury.
So he will be, tho’ law be clear as crystal,
Tho’ all men plan to live in harmony.
Come, let us vote against our human nature,
Crying to God in all the polling places
To heal our everlasting sinfulness
And make us sages with transfigured faces.
by VACHEL LINDSAY (1879-1931)
Public Domain Poetry
possession is 9/10ths of the law
so humanity has written
televangelists flaunting god
for pro/fit/
really gets to me
how
vapid &
empty
their cult
personality can be
I think you’ve already read this part
impossible to possess the intangible
you can only admire the sheen
I’m holding a lead balloon
knowing it’s gold
knowing it’s never going to float
this song on repeat
I can’t stop singing
hold this for me
by LM
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Zoos are too crowded.
Don’t want to be stuck in queues?
Visit a care home.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
a black-clad harridan sits in the parvis
gazes into the dark sky with watery eyes
knobby yellow fingers stick out from mittens
like tilted candles on the requiem stone
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2019