Poems about cobweb
You'll Know It Be Alive
you too take cobweb attitudes
just to follow your dear future
if love reward the end
it feels a shame to be alive
a doubt if it be fair indeed
you'll know it as you know 'tis noon
i will of you
Through The Open Fire,
blindly striking at my knee and missed,
where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
begin in smudge with ropy smoke and know
through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
bent over the open fire,
and by the brook our woods were there,
and the slant spirits trooping by
Where They Sought Without The Interstellar Gloom
in winter he comes back to us, i'm done,"
for them there was really nothing sad,
where the flower was before it grew,
thought cleaves the interstellar gloom
has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
and where they sought without the sword
and left defenseless to the heat and light,
where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
with shouts afar to pull the cable taught,
nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him,
to view once more the sacrifice
to whoever the knock
he might prefer to say to him disarmed,