Ye Spotted Snakes. The Song of Wandering Aengus. The Cataract of Lodore. The Witch. Miss Lucy had a baby.
Mosquito One. The North Wind. The Peacock at Home.
The Way Through the Woods. The Owl. Written in March. The Song of Hiawatha. On a Night of Snow. The Door. Song for a Banjo Dance. Spell of the Air.
The intelligence of the head is not intelligence at all; it is knowledgeability. It is about your relationship with your loved one in your heart. Second call, we gather back together to read our poems aloud, lovingly held by community of listeners. By Kaitlyn M. Avoid negative sources, people, places and habits.
The sun rises but nothing rises in them; they look at the sun empty-eyed. Clouds come in the sky and the peacocks dance, and man does not know how to dance. He has become a cripple. Watch, scrutinize, observe, have another look at your life. Nobody else is going to help you. Now, take care; it is your own responsibility.
You owe it to yourself to have a deep, penetrating look at what you are doing with your life. Is there any poetry in your heart? Help your heart to weave and spin poetry.
Is there any romance in your life? If there is not, then you are already in your grave. Come out of it! Let life have something of the romantic in it, something like adventure.
Millions of beauties and splendors are waiting for you. You go on moving around and around, never entering into the temple of life.
The door is the heart. The real intelligence is of the heart. It is not intellectual, it is emotional.
It is not like thinking, it is like feeling. It is not logic, it is love. Love is available only to those who go on sharpening their intelligence. The unintelligent person may become a great intellectual. In fact unintelligent people try to become intellectuals; that is their way of hiding their unintelligence. Love is not for the intellectual. Love has its own intelligence, its own way of seeing, perceiving, its own way of understanding life, its own way of comprehending the mystery of existence.
The poet is far closer to it than the philosopher.
The Witch. Miss Lucy had a baby.
Mosquito One. The North Wind. The Peacock at Home. The Way Through the Woods. The Owl. Written in March. The Song of Hiawatha. On a Night of Snow. The Door. Song for a Banjo Dance. Spell of the Air. Jamaica Market. The Ceremonial Band. How to Cut a Pomegranate.