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The rush of rain against the glassIs louder than my noisy mindCrying, “Alas!” The rain shouts: “Hear me, how I melt the ice that clamps thebent and frozen grass!Winter cannot come twiceEven this year!I break it up: I make it…
Beautiful Dove, come back to us in April:You could not over-winter on our world.Fly to some milder planet until springtime;Return with olive in your claws upcurled. Leave us to shrikes and ravens until springtime:We let them find their food as…
This should be simple; if one’s power were great,If one were God, for instance,—and the worldNot yet created; Lucifer not hurledYet out of Heaven, to plot and instigateMost thoughtful mischief: simple, in a stateOf non-existence, to manipulateAnd mould unwieldy, heavy,…
Wild-cat, gnat and IGo our ways under a grey sky.Little that Himself has madeEver finds me quite afraid…Though if cat clawed me,Gnat gnawed me,I should shriek, or roll in grass,Asking that this trouble pass. Things that hunt in hungerI stroke,…
The courage that my mother hadWent with her, and is with her still:Rock from New England quarried;Now granite in a granite hill. The golden brooch my mother woreShe left behind for me to wear;I have no thing I treasure more:Yet,…
When it is over—for it will be over,Though we who watched it be gone, watched it and with it died—Will there be none the less the yellow melilot, the white, the high sweet clover,Close to the dusty, fragrant, hot roadside?Oh,…
Strawberry Shrub, old-fashioned, quaint as quinces,Hard to find in a world where neon and noiseHave flattened the ends of the three more subtle senses;And blare and magenta are all that a child enjoys. More brown than red the bloom—it is…
Few come this way; not that the darknessDeters them, but they comeReluctant here who fear to find,Thickening the darkness, what they left behindSucking its cheeks before the fire at home,The palsied Indecision from whose dancing headPrecipitately they fled, only to…
Of what importance, O my lovely girls, my dancers, O my lovely boys, My lovers and my dancers, and my lovely girls, my lovers and my dancers,In a world so loudIs our sweet noise?Who is so proudOf deftness in the…
ThisIs mine, and I can hold it;Lying hereIn the hour before dawn, knowing that the cruel JuneFrost has made the green lawnWhite and brittle, smelling that the night was very cold,Wondering if the lush, well-loved, well-tended,Hoed and rowed and watched…