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I see so clearly now my similar yearsRepeat each other, shod in rusty black,Like one hack following another hackIn meaningless procession, dry of tears,Driven empty, lest the noses sharp as shearsOf gutter-urchins at a hearse’s backShould sniff a man died…
What’s this of death, from you who never will die? Think you the wrist that fashioned you in clay, The thumb that set the hollow just that way In your full throat and lidded the long eye So roundly from…
Say what you will, and scratch my heart to find The roots of last year’s roses in my breast; I am as surely riper in my mind As if the fruit stood in the stalls confessed. Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you…
I shall go back again to the bleak shoreAnd build a little shanty on the sand,In such a way that the extremest bandOf brittle seaweed will escape my doorBut by a yard or two; and nevermoreShall I return to take…
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,Being wrought not of a dearness and a death,But of a love turned ashes and the breathGone out of beauty; never again will growThe grass on that scarred acre, though I…
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!Give back my book and take my kiss instead.Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,“What a big book for such a little head!”Come, I will show you now my newest…
Sometimes when I am wearied suddenlyOf all the things that are the outward you,And my gaze wanders ere your tale is throughTo webs of my own weaving, or I seeAbstractedly your hands about your kneeAnd wonder why I love you…
Pity me not because the light of dayAt close of day no longer walks the sky;Pity me not for beauties passed awayFrom field and thicket as the year goes by;Pity me not the waning of the moon,Nor that the ebbing…
I pray you if you love me, bear my joyA little while, or let me weep your tears;I, too, have seen the quavering Fate destroyYour destiny’s bright spinning—the dull shearsMeeting not neatly, chewing at the thread,—Nor can you well be…
I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits…