Poems about regret
The Fight!
i should not fear the fight!
the life is thick i know it!
i would not weep if i were they
i think i'd shoot the human race
the day that i shall go
i will inquire again
then look for me, be sure you say
prove me sweet if i regret it
what plenty it would be
the lonesome for they know not what
It Lord Of Them
and what itself, will say to me
the distance would not haunt me so
it always felt to me a wrong
prove me sweet if i regret it
forget it lord of them
there is one farther than you
it suggests to our faith
was competent to me
to this world she returned,
i shall be perfect in his sight
what day be dark to me
would cost me just a life!
but could it teach it?
do we deserve a thing
say "when tomorrow comes this way
Best When It's Regret,
oh, master, this is misery
is difficult, and still
best when it's done,
a fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
and then a plank in reason, broke,
and after that there's heaven
that you so late "consider" me
if any ask me how
how could i of him?
but did he shatter it?
Reaching Up With A Way,
it was no dream of the gift of idle hours,
of my regret hung not on all the land,
because his violence took on the form
and let the other go on a way,
and for every kind there was a face,
and reaching up with a little knife,
had wound strings round and round it like a bundle,
But The Languor Of It And You're Two
the pile is ours, we dragged it bough on bough
of my regret hung not on all the land,
but the black spread like black death on the ground,
the languor of it and the dreaming fond;
within, the bride in the dusk alone
and children in the ships and in the towns?
and you're two months back in the middle of march,
the telescope at one end of his beat,
far off the homes of men, and farther still,