“Never ran this hard through the valley
never ate so many stars
I was carrying a dead deer
tied on to my neck and shoulders
deer legs hanging in front of me
heavy on my chest
People are not wanting
to let me in
Door in the mountain
let me in”
― Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems, 1965-2003
never ate so many stars
I was carrying a dead deer
tied on to my neck and shoulders
deer legs hanging in front of me
heavy on my chest
People are not wanting
to let me in
Door in the mountain
let me in”
― Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems, 1965-2003
“I choose to love you in silence, for in silence I find no rejection.
I choose to love you in loneliness, for in loneliness no one owns you but me.
I choose to adore you from a distance, for distance will shield me from pain.
I chose to kiss you in the wind, for the wind is gentler than my lips.
I choose to hold you in my dreams, for in my dreams you have no end.”
―
I choose to love you in loneliness, for in loneliness no one owns you but me.
I choose to adore you from a distance, for distance will shield me from pain.
I chose to kiss you in the wind, for the wind is gentler than my lips.
I choose to hold you in my dreams, for in my dreams you have no end.”
―
“Tea at the Palaz of Hoon
Not less because in purple I descended
The western day through what you called
The loneliest air, not less was I myself.
What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard?
What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears?
What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?
Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea:
I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.”
― Harmonium
Not less because in purple I descended
The western day through what you called
The loneliest air, not less was I myself.
What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard?
What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears?
What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?
Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea:
I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.”
― Harmonium
Philosophy
— 5828 members
— last activity Mar 17, 2026 01:22AM
What is Philosophy? Why is it important? How do you use it? This group looks at these questions and others: ethics, government, economics, skepticism, ...more
The Brain and Mind
— 4472 members
— last activity Apr 04, 2026 01:44PM
This is a group for readers to recommend and discuss books related to real and/or artificial brains. Categories include but are not limited to: neuros ...more
Tharindra’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Tharindra’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
More friends…
Favorite Genres
Art, Classics, Ebooks, Fantasy, Fiction, Horror, Humor and Comedy, Mystery, Non-fiction, Paranormal, Philosophy, Poetry, Romance, Science, Science fiction, and Thriller
Polls voted on by Tharindra
Lists liked by Tharindra





![The Man Who Died [Jan 01, 2004] Lawrence, D. H. by D.H. Lawrence The Man Who Died [Jan 01, 2004] Lawrence, D. H. by D.H. Lawrence](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1394315578l/21046472._SY75_.jpg)











































