If This Little World To-Night

If this little world to-night Suddenly should fall thro’ space In a hissing, headlong flight, Shrivelling from off its face, As it falls into the sun, In an instant every trace Of the little crawling things– Ants, philosophers, and lice, Cattle, cockroaches, and kings, Beggars, millionaires, and mice, Men and maggots all as one As…

Before The Cask of Wine

  The spring wind comes from the east and quickly passes, Leaving faint ripples in the wine of the golden bowl. The flowers fall, flake after flake, myriads together. You, pretty girl, wine-flushed, Your rosy face is rosier still. How long may the peach and plum trees flower By the green-painted house? The fleeting light…


I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. I prefer myself liking people to myself loving mankind. I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case. I prefer the color green. I prefer not to maintain that reason is to blame for…

Noche de Insomnio

Estaba solo, completamente solo, incluso el sueño nocturno me había abandonado… De pronto me pareció oír no unas palabras sino unos sonidos, unos sonidos siempre en tres suspiros Como viento y harina… “¿Qué puede ser eso? ¡No hay tiempo que perder!”, mascullé, y enderezándome el cabello con un trago de vino me puse en pie…

When it Rains on Sunday

When it rains on Sunday and you are alone, open to the world but no thief comes and neither drunkard nor enemy knocks at the door, when it rains on Sunday and you’re deserted and can’t imagine living without the body or not living since you have it, when it rains on Sunday and you’re…

Ballad of Forgotten Places

My most beautiful hiding places, places that best fit my soul’s deepest colors, are made of all that others forgot. They are solitary sites hollowed out in the grass’s caress, in a shadow of wings, in a passing song; regions whose limits swirl with the ghostly carriages that transport the mist in the dawn, and…

Address to the Moon

How sweet the silver Moon’s pale ray, Falls trembling on the distant bay, O’er which the breezes sigh no more, Nor billows lash the sounding shore. Say, do the eyes of those I love, Behold thee as thou soar’st above, Lonely, majestic and serene, The calm and placid evening’s Queen? Say, if upon thy peaceful…

The Tomb and the Rose

The tomb asked of the rose: “What dost thou with the tears, which dawn Sheds on thee every summer morn, Thou sweetest flower that blows?” The rose asked of the tomb: “What dost thou with the treasures rare, Thou hidest deep from light and air, Until the day of doom?” The rose said: “Home of…

Drink my soul, as if with a straw

Drink my soul, as if with a straw I know it’s bitter, intoxicating taste. I won’t disturb the torment with pleading, Oh, for weeks now I’ve been at peace. Tell me, when you’re done. No sadness, That my soul’s no more of this world. I’ll walk down that road nearby And see how children play….


  Fears The sensation of being the only guest in a grand hotel on the outskirts of the city —and hearing the somnambulistic elevator and a scream— or being in an empty theater or in a lonely plaza of a lonely unknown city weighed down with suitcases and no money surrounded by escaped doves from…


Patience and I have traveled hand in hand
So many days that I have grown to trace
The lines of sad, sweet beauty in her face,
And all its veiled depths to understand.

Life is fine

I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered! I came up twice and cried! If that water hadn’t a-been so cold I might’ve sunk and died. But it was Cold in that water!…

Do not Ask Me to Remember

  Do not ask me to remember, Don’t try to make me understand, Let me rest and know you’re with me, Kiss my cheek and hold my hand. I’m confused beyond your concept, I am sad and sick and lost. All I know is that I need you To be with me at all cost….

The Cats

Babels of blocks to the high heavens towering Flames of futility swirling below; Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flowering, Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow. Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers, Cobwebs of cable to nameless things spun; Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers Streams of live foetor that rots in the sun….

For Meng Hao-Jan

I love Master Meng. Free as a flowing breeze, He is famous Throughout the world. In rosy youth, he cast away Official cap and carriage. Now, a white-haired elder, he reclines Amid pines and cloud. Drunk beneath the moon, He often attains sagehood. Lost among the flowers, He serves no lord. How can I aspire…

A very short song

Once, when I was young and true, Someone left me sad- Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse. By Dorothy Parker  

On The Life Of Man

Where wee are drest for tyme’s short comedy:
The earth’s the stage, heaven the spectator is…

Drinking Alone

I take my wine jug out among the flowers to drink alone, without friends. I raise my cup to entice the moon. That, and my shadow, makes us three. But the moon doesn’t drink, and my shadow silently follows. I will travel with moon and shadow, happy to the end of spring. When I sing,…

What is Life?

  What is Life? Resembles Life what once was held of Light, Too ample in itself for human sight? An absolute Self an element ungrounded All, that we see, all colours of all shade By encroach of darkness made? Is very life by consciousness unbounded? And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath, A…

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world.


  Whether forty thousand children succumb every day in the purgatory of hunger and thirst whether the torture of poor bodies debases one by one to the souls

The Survivor

I am twenty-four led to slaughter I survived.

Her Anxiety

Earth in beauty dressed Awaits returning spring. All true love must die,


  And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to Blossom. by Anaïs Nin

Voices of the Air

But then there comes that moment rare When, for no cause that I can find, The little voices of the air Sound above all the sea and wind.

To a Cat

Mirrors are not more silent Nor the creeping dawn more secretive; In the moonlight, you are that panther

We Are — Eyes + Words

5/4/2016 “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” – Anaïs Nin Photographer Unknown via We Are — Eyes + Words

Time does go on

Time does go on I tell it gay to those who suffer now They shall survive There is a sun They don’t believe it now by Emily Dickinson


Originally posted on Eyes + Words:
3/30/2016 “All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.” – Chuck Palahniuk Photographer Unknown

Men and their boring arguments

One man on his own can be quite good fun But don’t go drinking with two – They’ll probably have an argument And take no notice of you.

No tenemos memoria

De Rosario Curiel Somos memoria. Somos recuerdos de lo poco que pesa nuestro paso a ras de suelo, del peso de las culpas antiguas, del horror de las acusaciones, del lastre de la llave de los días.

Overcome, by Eric Wong

A completely blind chameleon can still change its skin to match its environment. Similarly, deaf bats will still fly around like they have no idea where they’re going. Via: A Narcissist Writes Letters

Teoría de conjuntos

Cada cuerpo tiene su armonía y su desarmonía. En algunos casos la suma de armonías puede ser casi empalagosa. En otros el conjunto de desarmonías produce algo mejor que la belleza. Mario Benedetti


This afternoon it is raining, as never before; and I have no desire to live, my heart.

Vice versa

  I have fear of seeing you necessity of seeing you hope of seeing you uneases of seeing you. I have willingness of finding you