The Man with the night sweats

I woke up cold, I who prospered through deams of heat woke to their residue, Sweat, and a clinging sheet. 

Shock troops

They woke a few times and were gone. Leaving a heritage of obscene song. 

Covering Wings

Love! Love! Your tenderness, your beautiful, watchful ways, Grasp me, fold me, cover me...

Wind

I saw a thousand years pass intwo seconds. Land was lost, languages rose and divided. 

When I was one and Twenty

When I was one and twenty I heard a wise man say,

"Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away.

Christina

He heard the name Christina and suddenly saw Christina Dead on the nursery floor. 

That is our Edens spring, Once promised

On Moon, Red planet, r some other place, Yet similar dream, same heart, same soul, Same blood, same face, Rare beastmen all who mvoe to save and place their pyres From cavern moth to world to interstellar fires.

I said to love

I said to love, Thou art not young, thou art not fair, No faery darts, not cherub air, Nor swan, not dove, Are thine, but features pitiless, and iron daggers of distress, I said to love. 

Mid-tem break 

A four foot box, a foot for every year. 

If

If you can dream- and not make dreams your master

If you can think- and not make thoughts your aim

When I heard the learn'd Astronomer

I wander'd off by myself. In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, look'd up in perfect silence at the stars. 

Arrival

The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wing

The Hipppotamus

The broad-backed hippopotamus Rests on his belly in the mud, although he seems so firm to us he is merely flesh and blood

The more loving one

If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me

Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me,That there's some corner of a foreign field

A question

A voice said, look me in the stars and tell me truly, men of earth If all the soul and body scars were not too much to pay

Stone is not stone 

There was a time when stone was stone and a fce on the street was a finished face.

clown in the moon

My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose

Song on the end of the world

Only a white haired old man, who wuld be a prophet, yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy, Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:

No other end of the world there will be

No other end of the world there will be 

Lie still, sleep  becalmed

Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the e

mouth inthe throat, or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned

As I grew older

help me to shatter this darkness, to smash this night, to break this shadow into a thousand lights of sun, into a thousand whirling deams of sun!

_{The whipping}

The old woman across the way is whipping the boy again and shouting to the neighborhood her goodness and his wrongs

Piano

The glamour of childish days upon me, my manhood is cast down  in the floor of rememberance, I weep like a child for the past

Ted Hughes

Crow

So man cired, but with god's voice, and god bled, but with mans blood

Summer Rain

And the words  you whispered to me sprang up and flamed orange torches against the rain. Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!

We Wear the mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes, 

Death of little boys

When little boys grown patient at last, weary Surrender their eyes immeasurably to the night, The event will rage terrific as the sea

Star Light, Star Bright

Swing you low or high away, Burn you hot or dim, My only wish I dare not say lest you should grant me him.