Poems about divide
I Think The Days Could Take It
and entertain despair
hands not so stout hoisted them in witness
like mine for not a foot nor hand
i think the days could every one
perhaps he doesn't know the house
that there be standing here
could take it
we might e'en divide
when cogs stop that's circumference
a still volcano life
so sailors say on yesterday
show me them said i
what if i say i shall not wait!
if i were half so fine myself
for i was once a child
A Comb,
as if they just repressed
that calm is but a wall
and a suspicion, like a finger
the grass divides as with a comb,
and left the little angle worm
and one below this morning
there came one drop of giant rain,
it's cooler than the dawn
it's thoughts and just one heart
a little road not made of man
is not a controvertible