Maxioms by Amy Lowell
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Every castle of the air
Sleeps in the fine black grains, and there
Are seeds for every read more
Every castle of the air
Sleeps in the fine black grains, and there
Are seeds for every romance, or light
Whiff of a dream for a summer night.
Visions for those too tired to sleep,
These seeds cast a film over eyes which weep.
Visions for those too tired to sleep,
These seeds cast a film over eyes which weep.
Soft-heartedness, in times like these,
Shows sof'ness in the upper story!
Soft-heartedness, in times like these,
Shows sof'ness in the upper story!
Youth condemns; maturity condones.
Youth condemns; maturity condones.
