Poems about bone
A Lord, Might Dare To My Life, My
that if the flesh resist the heft
though it be darkness there;
and almost to suffice
no bone had he to bind him,
a lord, might dare to lift the hat
tie the strings to my life, my lord,
bring me the sunset in a cup,
but, had you looked in
and she had past, with him
and then, as if the hands
nor once look up for noon?
one need not be a house;
i shouldn't like to come
i would as soon attempt to warm
When The Heaven You Doubt That Your Bird
i strove to weary brain and bone
too jostled were our souls to speak
the heaven you know to understand
now, do you doubt that your bird was true?
just his face nothing more!
till it be night no more
life just or death
when the latter is put away