+ 'i carry your heart with me'

By ee cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

+ 'One’s-Self I Sing'

By Walt Whitman

One’s-self I sing—a simple, separate Person;
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse.

Of Physiology from top to toe I sing;
Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the muse—I say the
Form complete is worthier far;
The Female equally with the male I sing.

Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
Cheerful—for freest action form’d, under the laws divine,
The Modern Man I sing.

+ 'For Whom The Bell Tolls'

By John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

+ 'Chapter Heading'

By Ernest Hemingway

For we have thought the longer thoughts
And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devils' tunes,
Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
Another in the day.

+ 'Life is Fine'

By Langston Hughes

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! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

+ 'The Magi'

W.B. Yeats

Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

+ 'Eldorado'

By Edgar Allan Poe

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old -
This knight so bold -
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow -
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be -
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied -
"If you seek for Eldorado!"

+ 'Halfway down the stairs'

By AA Milne

Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair where I sit:
There isn't any other stair quite like it.
I'm not at the bottom,
I'm not at the top:
So this is the stair where I always stop.

Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up, and isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town:
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head:
"It isn't really anywhere! It's somewhere else instead!"

+ 'Phenomenal Woman'

By Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

+ 'If"

By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

+ 'Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven '

By W.B. Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

+ 'Ozymandias'

By Percy Shelley

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

+ 'Fog'

By Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

+ 'Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night'

By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Conversation

Wherever you are in the world,
Whatever is happening to you,
Other people there will be
To chat and shoot the breeze with you.

Her

Seeing her again
After days of stress;
Putting all things aside,
And seeing her again
As the one i most love.
There aren't any times
I don't think of her
And the kiss that she gives
That knocks me off my knees.

Your Parents

Your parents freak me out.
I'm haven't even met them yet.
They tear me up from inside out;
Your parents freak me out.

Family is important to us
We want so much for future to hold
A life of loving with little fuss.
Family is important to us.

A relationship with both sides
That holds us to our roots
From places apart and wide.
We want relations with both sides.

I want your parents to like me--
To accept and no to turn away,
To support the thought of you and me.
I want your parents to like me.

Until that day comes to be
Afraid of your parents I'll be.

To Japan, From the World

Written with Ai

The silent plum blossoms
Ah, an infamous earthquake
Why tragedy now?
Everyone together
Faces of sorrowful tears

All of our brothers
Are you all really okay?
From here we all are
Giving support from the heart
This year too, Sakura bloom

Such a strong spirit
The heart of the Japanese
With spring this era will
Melt away into nothing
And the voice of the Locusts

日本へ世界より

（亜依と書いた）

梅暦
あ大震災
惨劇や
皆一緒に
悲しい涙

兄弟
大丈夫か
心から
支えて上げて
今年も桜

強い芯
日本の心
この春と
時代終わって
蝉の声出る

::translation tomorrow::

--speechlesss--

涙

I Realized You Loved Me

Before we started going out,
you had a bad Saturday;
To my apartment you came,
and we meant to spend the day.

I was giddy and had levity,
But a friend knocked on the door.
I was angry at that time;
Little i knew what was in store

Again a few months later you came;
unexpectedly you arrived.
We spent the day, then three months.
Now over a year together we've survived.

But there was one unsuspecting time,
I spilt Cava all over my keyboard.
Much later after that you told me
It was me you truly adored.

You loaned me your own so quick
You found you trust in me.
Unexpectedly you realized
I love you, and you me.

Poem #252, I think.

I got tired of my home today,
Homesick for a place never gone.
I'm tired of wanting to go away.
With my usual leisure chair, I'm done.

Typical diversions are boredom.
The walls are asleep and no longer talk,
And I feel like a songbird lost his voice
And with a thousand options, I don't even walk.

Thought upon though, inward I turn
All the dreams seem dull and not so high.
If I hadn't clipped wings,
I'd stretch out and fly.

I'd fly to where she is,
The woman in my dreams
I'd be where she is again
And then again have many more dreams.

Haiku Hiatus

Breath of cold spring wind
With last of frost's cold chill, ah.
Tonight's Silence sings.

The Endangered Species Monetary Standard

Our dear money has currently gone awry
Firms and our finances cause the bankers to all cry
Ah, but currently there now is a way to grow
Out of this tragedy that we all call, America, our home.
In the forest of Bretton we desperately tried to peg the dollar to gold,
But in the end of the nineteenth century there was no gold to be sold.
We then found a depression we could not at all adore.
But now, to promote the environment and economic stability
I propose a new system that will give us all tranquility;
Endangered species I think would be just the thing;
The dollar to be pegged to each pound of endangered and rare,
It'd promote the animals and the ones that give them their care.
Whether in aquariums or the parks that the nation does own,
There'd be food and the salaries, money we'd put into circ.;
Government would no longer be hoarding and seem like a jerk.
You see animals require more care than gold.
And to protect them at first, they couldn't be sold.
We'd populate parks owned by the nation,
And there'd be biologists stationed at each station.
They'd look over and care for the aging and dying,
But at the same time they'd be giving money something underlying.
In the end we'd be able to turn dollar to meat.
So if there's deflation we wouldn't have a treat.
In those times we only try to to brings more pounds to bare,
And we'd breed all the rabbits that had love to share.
But in times of inflation we wouldn't go downhill,
We could grill up a whale and not worry about refills.
This way we'd all help the environment be number one
So if the bill comes, please vote yes yes yes dear son.

I'll Meet You In My Dreams

In this we are, required, apart,
And day by day my chest is tight.
But in the dark with strength of heart
We meet in dreams of love at night.
Finally whole we two can be
Each the other as we wish to see.

It's you I long to tightly hold
After days of sleepless nights.
I long to greet you, my love so bold,
And hold you to my chest so tight.
Forever I long to be with you
Clinging to a love so true.

Nighttime

A speck of darkness fell to my heart
From the place in between the stars,
In the lightless heavens where it got its start.
It clouds and covers o'er old scars.
Black chokes out the brilliant bright
Prisoning noise, too, inside silent bars.
Contrast and colors lose their fight
They fade into grey and then nothing.
Furthering and deepening depth of sight.
Slowly, perception reaches not one thing,
But comfort there is instead of fear.
It comes on silent darkness wing.
There's a unknown warmth in here,
In cool silence and dark of night.
Memories and worries that appear
Dissipate into that sad lonely night
Lack of perception brings sleep
And then another tomorrow's light.

Magic

What is the fascination of magic?
It is the power to do the unthinkable.
If used incorrectly, things go tragic.
If used for wrong, it achieves the inconceivable.

So why such a fascination with fiction?
Why does the mind mind such things implore?
Why rehearse a magical diction,
When no fruition is in store?

It gives the mind a place you see
To travel across plains unexplored.
To make the unthinkable come to be
And receive something much adored.

Magic gives an extra reality,
An otherness unexplored.
It allows mind and thought to be
Thinking on the hidden and untoward.

Early Morning To Work

I came 30 minutes early;
Today is a busy day.
On my walk I didn't hurry
As I sauntered my normal way.

Today in twilight I saw
What normally stays unseen.
I saw the wakening of the grounds
As I traversed the grass's green.

Squirrels were waking the lawn
Playing with each bladed of grass
They also roused the trees
Shaking the branches as I passed.

Birds worked on buildings
Singing to every brick
To make the walkway clean,
A dog removed a stick.

Nature plays is part;
It does its job with care
For another campus day
Electrifying the air.

+ 'I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings'

By Maya 'Madam Maya' Angelou

The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

+ 'Annabel Lee'

By Edgar Allen 'Old Man' Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.