Poems about box
When Cerements Let Go The Breath
just let go the breath
when cerements let go
what would i give to see his face?
i would not mind the journey there
that you be not ashamed
cannot perish, though it fail
if he fear to swerve
how mean to those that see
and wonder we could care
i could not tell the date of mine,
that i could fear a door,
perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,
touch liberty then know no more,
and why it was so still
i got so i could stir the box
For Doubt, That I Got So I Should
i'll tell thee all how bald it grew
and what itself, will say to me
for doubt, that i should know the sound
i got so i could stir the box
the earth has seemed to me a drum,
nor this behooveth me,
for that was thine, before
if things were opposite and me
they cannot take me any more!
you are sure there's such a person
That Were The Lady Come
hurled my belief
myself distinguished god
but since jesus dared
that heaven permit so meek as her
you must forget the warmth he gave,
because he's sunrise and i see
they said that jesus always came
where presence is denied them,
where is the may
that were the little load
that i might have the sky
but if the lady come
i wished a way might be
and then i heard them lift a box
and now, before the door
That A Box,
but nothing so like beating on a box,
and fit the earth like a leather glove,
love and a question
that a man for god should strike a blow,
isn't given a moment's arrest-
with doctoring, but it's not medicine