Poems about surprise
Is It Did Not Surprise Me
it did not surprise me
i wonder if it hurts to live,
it can't be "dying"!
is it too large for you?
There's No More
there is a pain so utter
till it be night no more
it did not surprise me
and what it was we never lisped
when there's no one here
as the stars you knew last night
I'll Go Your Way And I'll Go
no numb alarm lest difference come
nor can you tell me
the rainbow never tells me
so therefore let me in,"
when it began, or if there were
and if it had not been so far
and hold no higher than the plain
or early task to do?
not easy to surprise!
so go your way and i'll go mine
what could it hinder so to say?
Better Than Music! For I Who Heard
we must an anguish pay
that they will cheat the sight
that every sigh may lift you
they suggest to our sight
so leisurely were we
that you so late "consider" me
better than music! for i who heard it
where this attendeth me
and kindly ask it in
so soon to be a child no more
it did not surprise me
i should not fear the foe then
before we felt the dark
nor to dream he and me
Afraid! Of Whom Am I Might Surprise
afraid! of whom am i afraid?
that i could fear a door,
i might surprise his eye!
make me a picture of the sun
for his mean sake to leave the row
To Know Each Other
yet who of all the throng
all life to know each other
how sick to wait in any place but thine
and held it in our bosom
life is what we make of it
some things that stay there be
to one who never felt it blaze
it did not surprise me
I Almost Think If It Only Needs That
i almost think if i could do like you,
i think i know enough of hate
i let it lie there till i hope it slept,
i do not see why i should e'er turn back,
i'm not afraid of them, though, if they're not
but if you so much as dare to speak,
if we who sight along it round the world,
but never anymore the dead,
but it's not so, the place is the asylum,
but which it only needs that we fulfill,
tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
yet if he encountered one
he thinks young wilson a likely lad, though daft
he showed not the least surprise,
"no, but he hurt my heart the way he lay
To Say It Out,
to watch his woods fill up with snow,
to put a tree between us when he lighted,
before he arrives to say it out,
where his job, when he wasn't selling tickets,
before he came to the land of spain,
out of the winter things he fashions a story of modern love,
of tears, the aftermark
some guttural exclamation of surprise
of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
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
Men Of Surprise
where the field stretches toward the north
and the pile somewhat sunken, clematis
then sit down in the middle of them all,
men of the woods and lumberjacks,
upon the education of those who held them,
some guttural exclamation of surprise
from having heard the daylong voice of eve
Far In The Scythe Had To Me, I
listen to me, i won't come down the stairs,"
"i want him to, he'll have to soon or late,"
he had to take the best way he knew how
where i must judge if what he knew about an axe
they soon saw he would do someone a mischief
you'll be surprised at him how much he's broken,
a small bird flew before me, he was careful
where the bird was before it flew,
far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared,
across the reeds to a window light,