Poems about block
Is Where The Leaves Conferred
ourselves are conscious he exist
is where the angels are
its past set down before the soul
and yet existence some way back
it gains the block and now it gains the door
to my quick ear the leaves conferred
it burns distinct from all the row
The Anguish And Now It Gains The Anguish
itself can rest upon
of expectation also
the anguish and the loss
where we with late celestial face
it gains the block and now it gains the door
i tried to drop it in the crowd
and made as he would eat me up
one came the road that i came
That Struck The Sun And With Terror And
good blocks of oak it was i split,
and made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
who makes the solid tree trunks sound again,
that struck the earth,
the advantages it has, so long and narrow,
it ran with terror and with cunning crept,
and stood in the sun and looked his fill
for though the grass was scattered,
with which the modern world is being swept,
the gray grass is scarce dappled with the snow;