Short Poems

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

My life's joy and incense: recollection of those hours
when I found and captured pleasure as I wanted it.
My life's joy and incense: that I refused
all indulgence in routine love affairs.

yeah! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! boy! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
i made it i did it easy as pie light! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
son junior year is over its a wrap one more
year and im outtie after this transtion im going to college
one day a doctor i get it easy no lie no gas senior year its
over after 2009 so if you feel me then believe it if you not
in the state of mind to win then you not going anywhere

Hvad Blomsten drømmer mangen Sommernat,
Hvad Vinden hvidsker i det grønne Krat,
Mens Morgenskyer Engene bedugge,
Fortalte Alferne Dig ved din Vugge,
Og hvad Du hørte kunde Du ei glemme,
Thi lød din Sang for os, som Alfers Stemme.

The sea-wash never ends.
The sea-wash repeats, repeats.
Only old songs? Is that all the sea knows?
Only the old strong songs?
Is that all?
The sea-wash repeats, repeats.

Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud
With arching Wings, the sea-mew o'er my head
Posts on, as bent on speed, now passaging
Edges the stiffer Breeze, now, yielding, drifts,
Now floats upon the air, and sends from far
A wildly-wailing Note.

Seierrig opstanden,
Himler Frelser-Manden,
Sender os i allen Stund
Venne-Gaver mangelund;
Gud skee Lov og Takke!

Miranda-like, above the world she waves
The wand of Prospero; and, beautiful,
Ariel the airy, Caliban the dull,
Lightning and steam, are her unwilling slaves.

Seldom ‘can't,’
Seldom ‘don't’;
Never ‘shan't,’
Never ‘won't.’

Send me a leaf, but from a bush
That grows at least one half hour
Away from your house, then
You must go and will be strong, and I
Thank you for the pretty leaf.