You have to fight magic with magic.

The wilderness rose up to it, And sprawled around, no longer wild.    The jar was round upon the ground    And tall and of a port in air.

All our roads go nowhere. Maps are curled To keep the pavement definitely On the world.

Dropped in some wilderness of the broken world, Yet new as if they had come from their own Eden.

You don’t believe in God? And I said, No. I believe in this connection we all have to nature, to each other, to the universe.

take your gutter, your dirt coat, your underbelly that scrapes against street, concrete, squeak and filth this page, Rat.

I’ll make sure she knows she does not have to wear the cape all by herself because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.

A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! Share on Twitter Share on Facebook Print this page Email this page More About this Poem Related

Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek; perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say, “Her mantle laps Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat.”

Do not remember me as a bridge nor a roof    as the maker of legends

hundred places where I fear    To go,—so with his memory they brim.

a whole neighborhood of past loves.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   

And some in dreams assurèd were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.

I promise I will be a fool for humans and all wild proclivities

Focus my less piercing gaze On the challenge of the page.

That was pleasure for me; still, there was pain for me too.

A man sits mournful,     his mind in darkness, so daunted in spirit     he deems himself ever after     fated to endure. He may think then     how throughout this world the Lord in his wisdom     often works change– meting out honor,     ongoing fame to many, to others     only their distress.

Remember your name. Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found.

Other patrons were forced to double-back in the aisle, shooting suspicious, you-don’t-belong-here looks behind them as if wondering what a skinny black teenager was really up to while pretending to read a fantasy book.