Thomas Stearns Eliot – Rhapsody on a Windy Night

Twelve o clock.Along the reaches of the streetHeld in a lunar synthesis,Whispering lunar incantationsDissolve the floors of memoryAnd all its clear relationsIts divisions and precisions,Every street lamp that I passBeats like a fatalistic drum,And through the spaces of the darkMidnight...

Sylvia Plath – Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.Whatever I see I swallow immediatelyJust as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.I am not cruel, only truthful‚The eye of a little god, four-cornered.Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.It is pink, with speckles. I have...

Sylvia Plath – I Want, I Want

Open-mouthed, the baby godImmense, bald, though baby-headed,Cried out for the mother's dug.The dry volcanoes cracked and split,Sand abraded the milkless lip.Cried then for the father's bloodWho set wasp, wolf and shark to work,Engineered the gannet's beak.Dry-eyed, the inveterate...

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge – Larghetto

Grant me but a day, love, But a day, Ere I give my heart, My heart away, Ere I say the word I'll ne'er unsay. Is it earnest with me? Is it play? Did the world in arms Cry to me, "Stay!" Not a moment then Would I delay. Yet, for very love, I say thee nay. Ere...

Khalil Gibran – Death XXVII

Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."And he said:You would know the secret of death.But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.If you would indeed behold...