David Given Schwarm

Oh, weep for Adonais! The quick Dreams, The passion-winged Ministers of thought, Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught The love which was its music, wander not– Wander no mare, from kindling brain to brain, But droop there, whence they sprung; and mourn…

Collection Collection of six bags which I want to reduce to one–there is likely categories that I can ignore–Work, Play, Exercise–and try to just have one of each of those. Work My work bag has a lot of stuff–folders, magazines, hat, pencil, etc. Daily Here is my daily bag and the things I keep in…

“I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.”

He will awake no more, oh, never more! Within the twilight chamber spreads apace The shadow of white Death, and at the door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a…

Mourning Margarita Cruz 5 AM—the world is silent save for the heater in the hallway, the cars wooshingdown the main road, the vibrato ofevery single driver. Every creak of a settlinghouse. Lay my head down, press it into pillow.On the window sill a jar of coins,sunlight crawling through thewater in an empty spaghetti jar.A spider…