Poems about hurry
It Have Beyond Itself
the anguish and the loss
exactly as the world
it made the hurry plain
if town it have beyond itself
occur to her alone
a little further reaches instead
too out of sight though
before were cities but between
An Altered Look About The Weariness
without the weariness
one hurrying to rest
and dowered all the world
this pattern of the way
an altered look about the hills
the ballots of eternity, will show just that,
nor we so much as check our speech
i do not care about it
That Last Day That I Was A Pair
it knew no medicine
then there's a pair of us don't tell!
and they no more remember me
no other art would do
and tell you all your dreams were true
what else have bogs to do
to stop and tell them where it is
and men too straight to stoop again ,
i wished the grass would hurry
where i put it down
you'll know her by her foot
i meant to find her when i came
that last day that i was a life
though she forget the name i bear
You'll Be Gone,
not the same doe come back into her place,
they take advantage of him shamefully,
and one thing more that was not then to say,
and so i dream of going back to be,
"i'd not be in a hurry to say that,"
which may be thought, but only so to speak,
from one who had no right to be heard from,
will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
you'll be surprised at him how much he's broken,
they would not find me changed from him they knew