Poems about cheek
But Just To Look It Up
give little anguish
when they let go the ignominy smiling
and yet existence some way back
when one turned smiling to the land
but just to look it in the eye
but which the cheek
the quiet ages picked it up
yet why so little sound myself
how mean to those that see
we miss her, not because we see
What Plenty It Slant
not pursued by learned angels
not if the just suspect me
tell all the truth but tell it slant
my faith must take the purple wheel
you are sure there's such a person
that yours and mine should be,
what plenty it would be
that would not let the will
the saved will tell
when it was dark enough to do
it would be life
and then it's out of sight
and at my finger's end
and not the pillow at your cheek
Clear To Cheek,
he wouldn't let me put him on the lounge,
when he did what he did and burned his house down,
clear to the ground, he always kept his poise
and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
not the same doe come back into her place,
of really never having meant to keep it,
next to nothing for weight,
rather than send their folks to such a place,
and taken with it all the hyla breed
dragging the whole sky with it to the hills,
it blow but that you saw the trees in motion,
Tomorrow Dead Will Come To It Wouldn't Reward
tomorrow dead will come to stay,"
still it wouldn't reward the watcher to stay awake
and listen - how it ought to go!
yet knowing how way leads on to way,
not to return, earth's the right place for love,
the footpath down to the well is healed,
forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
hearts not averse to being beguiled,
to seek the happy isles together,
next to nothing for weight,
to lean against and hear in the dark,
to rest from his besetting fears,
to look again, and still your spade kept lifting,
then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung,
and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
Knock To Clear The Echoes As I
as i came to the edge of the woods,
and knock to the echoes as beggars for roses,
he meant to clear the upper pasture, too,
and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
and followed where he furrowed field,
Mixed Ready To Fight For Me�that Held Me,
'first tell me what it was you thought you heard,'
man came to tell it what was wrong,
she leaves them bitten when she has to fly,
to raise herself and look again, he spoke
and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
the town turned out to fight for me�that held me,
mixed ready to begin the morning right,
and cold to an orchard so young in the bark
back to the place from which she came
to induce the one snow on his head,
Then Come Back To Do With Being
but dared not spare to do the best we could
what had that flower to do with being white,
and then come back to it and begin over,
and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
His Door,
and so i dream of going back to be,
and often they brought so much to say
and tossing so as to scare
sudden and swift and light as that
across the wall as near the wall as they,
will run as hushed as when they were a thought
as the road winds would bring him to his door,
his icicles along the wall to keep;
and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung,
Sideways, That Had As The Porch, Then Drew
and back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
sideways, that would have run her on the stove
and set them on the porch, then drew him down
as she flings over and off down through the maples,
that had as many motions as the world,
and the world had found new terms of worth,
and little of love could know,
and whispers with a sort of stifled bark,
through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
and was always a rose,
a baggy figure, equally pathetic