Short Poems

Man knows where first he ships himself; but he
Never can tell where shall his landing be.

Many a man doth speake of mee,
But no man euer shall me see,
For all in one, doe full agree
That no where must my dwelling bee.

Men, said the Devil,
are good to their brothers:
they don’t want to mend
their own ways, but each others.

Man kjender dig, du Poesiens Fjende
Og kan fra Cancelliet sig dit Ordsprog minde:
»Den Karl er dum som et Genie!« -
For saadan Dumhed er du frie.

Hate is the man in God;
Love is the God in man.
Self-gratification is the man in God;
Life-dedication is the God in man.
Desire-force is the man in God;
Aspiration-light is the God in man.

With his hat on
he's about five inches taller
than a taxicab.

Out of the delicate dream of the distance an emerald emerges
Veiled in the violet folds of the air of the sea;
Softly the dream grows awakening -- shimmering white of a city,
Splashes of crimson, the gay bougainvillea, the palms.
High in the infinite blue of its heaven a quiet cloud lingers,
Lost and forgotten of winds that have fallen asleep,
Fallen asleep to the tune of a Portuguese song in a garden.

'To the will of the people we loyally bow!'
That's the minority shibboleth now.
O noble antagonists, answer me flat
What would you do if you didn't do that?

Our so-called limitations,believe,
apply to faculties we don't apply.
We don't discover what we can't achieve
until we make an effort not to try.

When I was young and well and glad,
I used to play at being sad;
Now youth and health are fled away,
At being glad I sometimes play.