Short Poems

Dybt smerter det vor Ven Kortill,
At ei hans Jutta sig forbedre vil;
Dog trøster det den arme Mand,
At hun sig ei forværre kan.

He that lets
the small things bind him
leaves the great
undone behind him.

The reeds give way to the wind
and give the wind away.


Submitted by Jim McCarthy

im going way to fast speed racer im making him look bad
what am i doing i have to slow down befor i go to fast and
lose the one im really crazy about what am i doing going
at the currents pase or my own its crazy cuz im not sure
which one is going faster i just dont know but i do know that if i keep this up she might cought up in the rush and get so confused she will
lose her way and never make it back to me so now ima get an anchor

Markov took off his boots and, with a deep breath, lay down on the divan.
He felt sleepy but, as soon as he closed his eyes, the desire for sleep immediately passed. Markov opened his eyes and stretched out his hand for a book. But sleep again came over him and, not even reaching the book, Markov lay down and once more closed his eyes. But, the moment his eyes closed, sleepiness left him again and his consciousness became so clear that Markov could solve in his head algebraical problems involving equations with two unknown quantities.

Sleep on horseback,
The far moon in a continuing dream,
Steam of roasting tea.

The tide comes in, a surge from the great sea,
And every little muddy creek and inlet
Now sweltering in the heat, will soon be filled
With the salt sweetness; even as sleep comes
After a term of toil to the tired brain,
A-surge from out the infinite, and fills
All of life's inlets with a dewy ease.

We brush the other, invisible moon.
Its caves come out and carry us inside.

Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep, -
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles: the wretched he forsakes,
And lights on lids unsullied by a tear.

They shaved his head
to clothe him in ugliness
out of jealousy and fear
of his beauty.

They erased the night
and left him in dawn.