The other’s poetry
“Choose your own good and call it good.
For I could never make you see
That no one know what is good
Who knows not what is evil;
And no one knows what is true
Who knows not what is false.” by Edgar Lee Masters
“Below the incandescent stars,
below the incandescent fruit,
the strange experience of beauty;
its existence is too much;
it tears one to pieces
and each fresh wave of consciousness
is poison.” by Marianne Moore
“The Moon is North Wind’s cookie.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there’s but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon.. that… greedy…
North… Wind… eats… again… !” by Unknown
“There are ways to say that more beauty is nothing
For you before my hands can memorize
the beauty of your slender movements and nothing
is beautiful as words nesting in your eyes.” by Gerald Barrax