every breath a bead in an endless strand
"I'm not sure about all this, but I'm starting to get the hang of it."
I said I shall tell the tale of my heart as best a...
I said I shall tell the tale of my heart as best a...
This book is the last flicker of the flame which I...
William Blake To Thomas Butts To my friend Butts ...
Childhood's Appointment — Franz Wright I am blin...
Letter — Franz Wright January 1998 I am not ac...
SAY that the men of the old black tower,Though the...
'Easter, 1916' I have met them at close of day Co...
And death shall have no dominion And death shal...
Poetry of Lewis Carroll YOU ARE OLD, FATHER WILL...
Imagine now and sing,
creating myths
forming jewels from the falling snow.
Ray Kurzweils Cybernetic Poetry