Poems about flesh
That At The Last, It Was Not Frost,
then veil my too inspecting face
it was not frost, for on my flesh
that at the last, it should not be a novel agony
so he let me lead him in
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
Yet It's Sunday All The Time
we came to flesh upon
condemned but just to see
so when 'twas time to see
because it's sunday all the time
so we must meet apart
the perfect, nowhere be afraid
oh what an afternoon for heaven,
not like the dew, did she return
and yet it tasted like them all,
and then i come away,
and then it doesn't stay
life's little duties do precisely
as should sound to me
if others want to see
Then 'twas Put Among The Shortness Up
of me in christ's bright audience
when death lit all the shortness up
and then 'twas put among the dust
and so we move as far
but something held my will,
it was not frost, for on my flesh
a wisdom without face or name,
this world is not conclusion,
if i should fail, what poverty!
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
I Think A Little Well Like To Come
what if i burst the fleshly gate
i cannot dance upon my toes
i think a little well like mine
i shouldn't like to come
A Doubt If The Flesh Resist The Heft
that if the flesh resist the heft
a doubt if it be us
forever might be short, i thought to show
tell him the page i didn't write
Forever Of His Fate To God
forever of his fate to taste
morning means just risk to the lover
that felt so ample yesterday
i though that storm was brief
i should not fear the foe then
that if the flesh resist the heft
and carries one out of it to god
to me surpassed the crown
myself be noon to him
But We'd Reach The Sun?
and this brief tragedy of flesh
and we behold no more,
who knows but we'd reach the sun?
but what that place could be