i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright, // i have done it again, // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, // pretty women wonder where my secret lies, // there is a place where the sidewalk ends, // i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in my heart ), // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know, // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely, // it so happens i am sick of being a man, // i wandered lonely as a cloud, // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ? // o my luve is like a red, red rose // o captain ! my captain ! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history, // do not stand at my grave and weep, // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice, // hope is the thing with feathers, // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land, // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion, // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand, // is there anybody there? said the traveler // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music, // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high, // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow, // i thought of you and how you love this beauty, // life, believe, is not a dream, // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if starry space no limit knows, // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense, // bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, // how do i love thee? let me count the ways, // in visions of the dark night, // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break, // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not all a dream, // he clasps the crag with crooked hands, // heaven is what i cannot reach ! // my dear, my dear, i know.
