Poems about bore
Send The Rose To Come
without the loneliness
no fear of frost to come
and send the rose to you,
and bore her safe away,
If Such It Prove Too
'tis terror as consummate
if such it prove, it prove too
but, looking back the first so seems
is all the rest i knew!
so that the sum be never hindered
i wonder if they bore it long,
Most I Am Hearing Him, I'll Dream,
i lived on dread; to those who know
i wonder if they bore it long,
so i am hearing him, i'll dream,
that i might have the sky
and then it doesn't stay
but please take a little girl
most i love the cause that slew me,
you would not know it from the field
so i can see which way to go
Because Because Because Because Because Because Because If
than letting him surmise?
he comes just so far toward the town
gave even as to all
myself who bore it do
and if i do when morning comes
the thinking how they walked alive
how prayer would feel to me
what come of him at night
as we who never can
with them would harbor be
nor could i rise with you
the tint i cannot take is best
because because if he should die
i would rather be
neither would be a queen
Without A Bolt That If The Flesh Resist
undue significance a starving man attaches
such is the force of happiness
that if the flesh resist the heft
without a bolt that i could prove
you would not know it from the field
the day that i shall go
and you should live
i'd give to live that hour again
myself who bore it do
but you have enough of those
Who Danger And The World, Will Have Its
who danger and the dead had faced,
where he turned so, and i turned how
time feels so vast that were it not
and rooms where those to be alive
the world, will have its own to do
how many times they bore the faithful witness
that dull benumbing time
no message, but a sigh
It Be Before
to gain, or be undone
not audible as ours to us
say that a little life for his
to prove it possibler
it suggests to our faith
but were it told to me today
or if it be before
but, looking back the first so seems
and so around the words i went
it was a boundless place to me
supposed that he had come to dwell
myself who bore it do
without a button i could vouch
not yet, our eyes can see
The Former
who own esteem the opulence
are one and yet the former
i've known her from an ample nation
on that dear frame the years had worn
the stiff heart questions was it he, that bore,
why, i will lend until just then,
and wonder how the fingers feel
it's all i have to bring today
you cannot put a fire out
To Lean Against And The Saw,
that and the merest curl of cigarette smoke�
the petal of the rose
and in the morning glow,
a moment sought in air his flower of rest,
to see for once the inside of his house,
the heart he bore to the holy land,
that water never did to land before,
and that was the case to carry it in,
to lean against and hear in the dark,
to tell them "supper,"at the word, the saw,
to fill the trees with another shade,
or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
She Leaves Them Bitten When She Has To
he bore a green-white stick in his hand,
and a voice that has sounded in my room
and warn them away with a stick for a gun,
that a man for god should strike a blow,
a farm, a countryside, or if he can,
if design govern in a thing so small,
if we who sight along it round the world,
you needn't be afraid he'll leave you this time,"
she leaves them bitten when she has to fly,
and that was why it whispered and did not speak,
it is because like men we look too near,
That Shouted In His Hand,
he bore a green-white stick in his hand,
that shouted in the mist a month ago,
but in a moment not, a little spurt
a telescope, someone in every town
like a limp rose-wreath in a fairy dance,
To Raise Herself And Look Again, He Had
no matter the heart he has in charge
there he had built his stolen shack,
the heart he bore to the holy land,
to raise herself and look again, he spoke
before he arrives to say it out,
half in appeal, but half as if to keep
hard if, though cast away for life with yankees,
He Went;
brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
and half the bag wound round his hand,
he bore a green-white stick in his hand,
he stood there bringing march against his thought,
there he had built his stolen shack,
when he called her -
On The Holy Land,
sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun;
the leaves are all dead on the group,
on the sleep of the dead,
with the slow smokeless burning of decay,
for nothing in the measure of a neighbour,
without the gift of sight,
affection or the want of it in that state,
neither refused the meeting, but the hand!
the heart he bore to the holy land,
dragging the whole sky with it to the hills,
the barren boughs without the leaves,
the moon, the little silver cloud, and she,
Kept Them At Home; And With Me,
see nothing worthy to have been its mark,
for you to doubt the likelihood,
he's come to help you ditch the meadow,
and with his eyes he asked her not to ask,
the heart he bore to the holy land,
come over the hills and far with me,
it will have roared first and mixed sparks with stars,
kept them at home; and it does seem more human,
to ease away they have it, with a laugh,
and they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
you'd have to have been there and lived it,
i should prefer to have some boy bend them
i end not far from my going forth
i saw you from that very window there,
i know that this is way in ours,
He's Come To Help You Ditch The
to express how much it didn't want to die,
he's come to help you ditch the meadow,
to leap the dusty deadline, for my own
and making the best of their way back to life
to white rest, and a place of rest
to stretch a proffering hand and a spell-breaking,
slave to a springtime passion for the earth,
the heart he bore to the holy land,
he's come to help you ditch the meadow,