Poems about crack
Venice Could Show It But A Riddle, At
i touched with caution lest they crack
i'm not afraid to know
no man can understand
did they come back no more?
what plenty it would be
and there, the matter ends
and health, and laughter, curious things
and through a riddle, at the last
and when again, at dawn,
should i again experience
that i could show it in bazaar
venice could not show a check
that night should be to thee
yet not too far to come at call
be it but a play
Her Glory I Touched With Caution Lest They're
a trouble lest they're homesick
i touched with caution lest they crack
what if i file this mortal off
bereft i was of what i knew not
her glory i should know
you would not know it from the field
it's like the light,
could the children find the way there
for these were only put to death
You Beg Him Not To Die Tomorrow
nay hold it it is calm
they struggle some for breath
the man to die tomorrow
henceforth her only one!
and how if he be dead
be of me afraid,
i touched with caution lest they crack
you beg him not to go
too plummetless that it return
than that
possibly but we would rather
and that i am coming too
i felt it publish in my eye
a little note when you awake
no one could play it the second time
The Whimper Of A Message From The
died not without a noise of crackling wood�
and the whimper of hawks beside the sun
for nothing in the measure of a neighbour,
nevertheless, a message from the dawn,
a new-world song, far out of reach,
The Homes Of Time And The Fragile
than populous
than now these numberless years the elves,
the graveyard draws the living still,
and the pile somewhat sunken, clematis
and the fragile bluets clustered there
and the nature of time and space,
of trees and crack of branches, common things,
of burning fatness, and then nothing but
and the pile somewhat sunken, clematis
and looked at the world, and descended;
and the strange birds say,
far off the homes of men, and farther still,
and held against the world of hoary grass,
and brush the mow with the summer load,
To Carry A Heart
as the stir cracks and crazes their enamel,
to feel the earth as rough
to see if the birds lived the first night through,
that that was the place to carry a heart
the footpath down to the well is healed,
Taken With Vague Unearthly Cry,
that all your days are dim beneath,
each circling each with vague unearthly cry,
without the birds, without the breeze,
and descended outside,
and since they grew duller
with the glittering things,
and taken with it all the hyla breed
that trouble the sleep of lumber folk,
the curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
of trees and crack of branches, common things,
and the mind whirls and the heart sings,
and started down the gully,
and by the brook our woods were there,
and started down the gully,