Poems about beautiful
Into The Hill
toward the god of him
that ravished all the hill
into the beautiful,
as if the sea should part
If He Fear To Me
if he fear to swerve
indignant that the joy was come
that they are beautiful
i don't like paradise
that i the answer may pursue
tell him the page i didn't write
to stop and tell them where it is
and what itself, will say to me
But The Success Was His It To Beside
from the belief that somewhere
but the success was his it seems
and whom you told it to beside
and you should live
are so high up you see
so still so cool
so many drops of vital scarlet
in easy even dazzling pace
that they are beautiful
be beautiful as they prepare
time feels so vast that were it not
there's somewhat prouder, over there
since none of them are mine,
that did it tear all day,
foot of the bold did least attempt it
The Dead
agony, that enacted there,
both went to see,
it will not stir for doctors,
the day must follow too,
one art to recognize, must be,
and sigh for lack of heaven but not
what come of him that day
that sat it down to rest
give gently to the dead
but just to look it in the eye
that but for love of us
too beautiful for shape to prove
But The Pinching Fear
but the instead the pinching fear
you guessed from the way the sentence toiled
that life like this is stopless
too beautiful for shape to prove
if town it have beyond itself
yet was not the foe of any
Some Way Back
others must resist
that they are beautiful
eyes were not meant to know,
but nobody was there!
'twas this on tables i had seen
some know him whom we knew
let me think i'm sure
and yet existence some way back
some things that fly there be
We See
they fling their speech
we miss her, not because we see
and if i do when morning comes
and then a day as huge
be beautiful as they prepare
if they would linger for a bird
but both belong to me,
that i dare to tell?
but swear, and i will let you by,
The Grace That They Are Beautiful
despair
i take no less than skies
that night will never be
that they are beautiful
but do one face us suddenly
i'll tell thee all how bald it grew
the grace that i was chose
the grace so unavoidable
faith the experiment of our lord
it bears the soul as bold