Poems about quarter
Till When They Reached The Light Before
no lighting, scares away
of shrinking ways she did not fright
thinking perhaps that i looked tired or alone
or quarter as i signify
and carries one out of it to god
with just the grant to do
so easy to the sky
and if the further heaven
how well i knew the light before
i tried to drop it in the crowd
till when they reached the other side,
and now before the door
and leave me standing there,
nature, like us, is sometimes caught
It Stained A Side, It Stained A Cord
a wind to blow in earnest from some quarter,
to see if the birds lived the first night through,
the water for which we may have to look
see nothing worthy to have been its mark,
not to believe the phoebes wept,
trying to sell his farm and then not selling,
to have you come and camp here on our land,
to find that the utmost reward
and to the forest edge you came one day
when a friend calls to me from the road
one on a side, it comes to little more,
before it stained a single human breast,
it was a cord of maple, cut and split