My Heart Weighs (1)

Good. I have done. My heart weighs. I am sad./ The outer day, void statue of lit blue,/ Is altogether outward, other, glad/ At mere being not-I (so my aches construe)./ I, that have failed in everyth...

I Talked My Heart Asleep (2)

As to a child, I talked my heart asleep/ With empty promise of the coming day,/ And it slept rather for my words made sleep/ Than from a thought of what their sense did say./ For did it care for sens...

Rain (3)

Soft rain, summer rain/ Whispers from bushes, whispers from trees./ Oh, how lovely and full of blessing/ To dream and be satisfied./ / I was so long in the outer brightness,/ I am not used to this up...

When Your Heart Is Closed (4)

You sit at the edge of the world,/ I am in a crater that's no more./ Words without letters/ Standing in the shadow of the door./ / The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,/ Little fish rain from th...
Kafka on the Shore

The Heart (5)

The heart asks pleasure first,/ And then, excuse from pain;/ And then, those little anodynes/ That deaden suffering,/ / And then, to go to sleep;/ And then, if it should be/ The will of its Inquisito...
The Complete Poems



On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."