O, raining, sweet raining !
What you’re coming down for?
Not as our moving tears, of course,
Not, Of aching of heart.
for,o sweet pleasant raining
you’re near him, you’re a part of him,
you’re in his cheerless eyes.
then,tell me, what you leave him in such unhappily manner for?
You forsake the beloved firmament for what reason,
To fall on this fated dirt,where no such fervor you have had is to be found?
You,taciturn frosty raining, fall to depart from him so ignorantly; but o,
my tears come, since he treats me ignorantly.
How you two are alike: both pitiless, both heartless.

just see me

as i am,me like a perambulating

vegetable, patched with inconsequential

hair, looking out of two small jellies for the means

of life,balanced on folding bones, my sex

no beauty but a blemish to be hidden

behand judicious rags driven and scorched

by boomerang rags and lunacies which never

touch the accommodating artichoke

or the seraphic strawberry beaming in its bed.

Every night before I sleep I pray, yes I pray,
Not for fame, not for name,
Not for obsessions in life we gain;
But for my death angel, to come
Sooner and sooner than he should have come,
Just to ask you a question a very very simple one:
'Why you did bring him to my life ?'

Fight for far fetched desires! This is the theme of the world’s tragedy composed by GOD and presented by mankind on the earth’s stage. Do not escape, stand and make yourself prepared since your companion in the journey is not a patient one! Now wake up; it’s the only true morning , set off, its going.
Its sun will set sooner, its night will be doomier.

Lovely feeling! Vivid fresh and bright!
I do not want to get rid of it
every second every minute every hour,
the passion in me shout louder and louder.
A clear hunch cries in my heart;
He’ll be the only shining star of my whole life.

Had I but seen his glorious eye Once light the clouds that wilder me; I ne'er had raised this coward cry To cease to think, and cease to be; I ne'er had called oblivion blest, Nor stretching eager hands to death, Implored to change for senseless rest This sentient soul, this living breath - Oh, let me die-that power and will Their cruel strife may close; And conquered good and conquering ill Be lost in one repose.